Aye what's up man

What’s up

You know, i got something on my mind lately man

You know a lotta people these days they just talkin to talk

There's no meaning behind them words

You know what I'm sayin

Naw man what you mean

Ah shit

Let me show you man

Aye

Spittin’ Rhymes

Liftin' with the rhythm of this written line

Grippin' eyes

Listening to the rhythm that I etch inside

Steppin' to this epic quest that you have yet to find

You ain't yet to die

So it's time to rectify the present till we bless the sky

I rеspect your steps, but wherе's your best

You crept a mile, check your breath

I ain't impressed, I’ll testify to this in style

While your standing on a phantom I’ve been standing on the crest awhile

It ain't a secret that the standards that you aimin’ for are damn lies

So fantasize your plan, but imma raise my banner high

I ain't one to take advantage of these damaged times

I'd rather fan the flames and change the pattern of the day

Till we find our way to better times

Better schools for these better minds

Step in line

This grind only stops when I parish from divine

Entities sent to me killing me sentimentally

Renting me out so people can take advantage with magic

And torture me till I've gone manic, you see

Legend has it I’ve been at it since before

I was asmatic and problematic and an addict to spittin' these

Lymphatic maniacs

My words are necrotic, ight, maybe not but you bought it

Psychotic enough to make tea out of bluebonnets

I'm on it talk with Ebonics, I own more rings than Sonic a lot of

People look at me weird

Now I'm the talk of disscusson I talk with no reprocussions

My voice and percussion, enough to get your brain relaxing

And get you asking for more rations

As we ration with passion

I get you lachin' and grasping as we passing the last thing you remember

Last September, focused, was growing older

Tremendous weight on my shoulder I threw it off

Consequences hotter than mozzeltoffs

Okay cause I was meant to pop off, that was sworn in my being

Along with impaired seeing, It never stop me though

Shit

Ah man here you go again with these rants

Told you man I gotta get something off my mind real quick, damn brothers man

You know what I'm saying

Yah man i see em man, they just talking and they just rambling

Rambling on and on, talkin to talk, shit man

I know man

Let me lay some things down though

Ight I got you

I'm a proven superstition

Musical magician pistol whippin and I stay grippin

These nuts I'm tryna hold my pants up

Can't fuck with a clutz shit I shoot they mans up

Ain't no need to look up

Cause ain't no god on my side

I'm the devil pride

Charged with double homicide

I made they mama's cry

Blood spilt on the sidewalk, imma still talk

Hear talking behind me, shoot out they voice box

My style goes from immaculate to hellbent

When I'm stomping out that fucking treble clef

Cause were bass heavy making old ass ladies faces twitch

They even get more mad when I call them a straight up bitch

Ah shit

Every time huh man every time

Man i know, we gotta stop doing this

Man every time we come we say were not gonna do this

Happens again and again

You know man, we gotta let somebody hear this one day

You what I'm saying

Yah for sure man

So

Seah

You tryna go get high off of gasoline

Man what the