[Intro]

Yeah

What up

And they said sun just shed light to the like-minded

You know

Float like butterfly bite like lion

Quote like nobody quite like

I emerge out the depths of my environment

To deploy variety and deploy fuck boys quietly

Until the fat lady quiets me I am me

Hand on my mic green eyes on the finer things

Check

[Chorus]

Burning, fire like a furnace

She said I know you do all this fly shit on purpose

I was gone for a moment but I swear I’m back to working

I was in the jungle getting high, blowing circles

Switching in and out of lanes all gas curve swerving

Eliminate a lame about that cash boy it’s certain

I was gone for the m moment now I’m fine

I was in the jungle getting high, blowing circles

[Verse 1]

It’s like fifty empty backwoods packs inside my homie’s trashcan

Turned into a chiefer of this reefer with a passion

Twisting up some hashes I’m finna spark in passing

This shit just got me half-baked I want to talk to Sampson

Fly me to the moon like that bitch Alice Kramden

Lighting up a few with this Bic I’m astro traveling

Interplanetary put that Mary in the Glad bag

Listening to Pharcyde I’m in my lab cabbing

We matching up the next set

Blunted since a youngster

Dabbing up the extract

I wonder how my lungs look

My politician legalize the business

Give my people indica, sativa for their sickness

(For their sickness)

Keep it 100 I done hundred-yard dashed

Trying to mash ducking 12 with 112 grams

Of that good leaf, guess it’s just a hood thing

I’m higher than I should be

But I’m right where I should be

(Right where I should be)

[Chorus]

Burning, fire like a furnace

She said I know you do all this fly shit on purpose

I was gone for a moment but I swear I’m back to working

I was in the jungle getting high, blowing circles

Switching in and out of lanes all gas curve swerving

Eliminate a lame about that cash boy it’s certain

I was gone for the m moment now I’m fine

I was in the jungle getting high, blowing circles

[Interlude]

You’re listening to Spectacular Diagnostics and Oliver the 2nd

Now having broken down the sound

Let’s put it back together and see how we achieve the sweetness of music itself

Music is the succession of tones

So arranged as to create the desired effect

Let us synthesize a series of tones to make a melody like this

[Verse 2]

Light up your spliff and demonstrate greatness

I got both my palms on the achy side how I taking mine

All these rappers want to stanky eye him its hating time

I’m like a mix between Frankie Lymon and Frankenstein

Lately on a major grind so I stay confined

Cultivating lines to make a way through the grace of God

Praise the squad raise the roof up blaze the booth up

Its Oliver the two, your corny views just add confusion

My influence derives from ancient ruins

And guys that drive Buicks and try not to lose it

My heart, I’m harpooning

These marks is cartoonish

We lie, they talk stupid

Quick draw like art student

Two shots, the car moving

They run like Carl Lewis

Its done see how I do it

(Wow)

(We out here)

Call the homie drop my cell in the street

(In the street)

Another body in the belly of the beast