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Yeah I fuck with this, this shit is, this shit is metabolic, yeah
[Verse 1]
Spit it cold, get wid it or get your lips chapped
Your lips is bleeding, my lyrics bleeding I thought I’d give back
My present ain’t present at present time, fuck a gift wrap
I rap gifted, I’m past Christmas, I’m on my robin hood
I been rich with my thoughts y’all probly not as good
But im past the preachin, pass the piece and pass the sedatives
Passion from the trees packing messages
Treason, tees in season, summer rhymes, no reason, I do it effortless
Paper president, no papers and presidents
The specialist, I’m rewriting cases just take the precedent
Just relish it the dawg been too hot
“There ain’t nothing like the old school”, dude that’s 2Pac, damn
My raps is quotables, they “no-way-he-wrote”-ables
I’m uncontrollable, too many beats left inconsolable
Don’t get emotional, my motion is always higher
This game’s been snakes and ladders
I’m comin through with the fire, tell em
[Hook]
Bring the fire and the medication
Sound waves for your meditation, (let it set you free)
Ain’t no time for no effin patience
I’m on my grind or I’m elevatin, (which one will it be)
(tell em) I’m fucking bangin homie
(tell em) I’m fucking bangin homie
(tell em) I’m fucking bangin homie
Yeah, let it set you free
[Verse 2]
This shit is metabolic, my process is build and destroy
We just maintaining the life, my rifle is never coy
I’m banging, my homies hangin, in trees, they high to death
Metabolic, killing fields, I’m roguein not talkin seth, you feel
It gets to deep for the wiser man, so why you try it then
I don’t know I just don’t have much time at hand
I lost my watch, don’t check my pockets, nothing to feel
Y’all throwin dollars on some thots, my thoughts ain’t worth pennies still?
I’m fuckin aimless, my stainless is fucking brainless
This heinous but can you blame us, the nations is for the taking
These fakers ain’t concentratin, the barter? Fuck is you sayin
I came in, I’m super saiyan, ain’t famous, so is you playin?
I’m the best, steady pickin out the pest, in this rap game
Stressed cuz no one in press impressed with the cat’s flame
But fuck it I’m steady floating, my potion gon take you higher
Rollin 15 joints a zip, who comin through with a lighter, tell em
[Hook]
[Outro]
Let it set you free x2
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