This some shit I did back in 2018 with the old homie Prophet on the keys, tbh the very last bar is the best one of this whole track, you should read it. I had to post this up, it’s unmastered as fuck and the beat loops for an extra 3 minutes after my verses, but I love it all. Listen to the very end if you wanna hear my lil brother Ant wondering where the beat went. Keep flowin 🌊🌊🌊🌊 I’m a parent with the belt and I’m apparently in hell champion of lexicon, like it was words I’m knowing well because it is, a pair is more than any shit I could give because if you divided it by two then it’s still more than I have for you my fucks and fecal matter truly equal zero as a rule of thumb my dude none to date to give, use of serrated syringe so I can try and inject them but I don’t fuck with needles like i was unimportant magazine that wasn’t particularly biggest fan of Beatles call me Ringo Starr with Vaseline, I’m shoving higher energy inside a flight of bald eagles as if I had the right to call out all evil but I’m casting every stone I own no matter who has thrown the oldest one the latest sound so dated, makes me miss the ones that had only just begun Rest In Peace to fisherman, Most Dope, oh so militant like frightening the village kids cause of all our pillaging if life’s so fuckin foul, I’ll spread my wings like I’m an owl, I truly could not give a pigeon shit whether it be intuition or some inner vision I keep stacking love like its plates or it’s dishes keep Satan away like a mangy ass stray everything is so gray how we living these days so I just keep it up, cant smoke so it’s liquor in cup I don’t give a fuck like my nickname was shady try me I go ballistic and shaky like AK’s in Haiti if the stork is deliverin babies, do the buzzards feed on em? if the owl pillage barns, is a pigeon gon’ shit on the roof of your car? if I got a woodpecker will the birdies keep callin? is an eagle too regal to leave you some scars? make a nest in your hoop just to prove that I’m ballin am I going to far with the message of bars? this birds eye view could motherfucking blind you like you starin at sun who in the fuck gonna try me when you can’t divide me, I’m one and I’m done donee white honkey rebel with God’s eyes blank stare at the night sky courageous and so wise powerful demise that I defy i reconstruct what’s been destructed like a psychology class I revel and bask but never sit on my prodigy, yea so you can kiss my quality ass your flow is honestly glass and I might break it with a stone that I might possibly pass like it was probably gas no such thing as anybody that’s on top of me, ask and you receive like turning onto street reluctantly resulting in a bodily cast as for me? I’m tryna fight my fuckin demons I ain’t seen em in a season had em all killed off for treason they must think that they had meetings with my psyche gave it beatings, that’s unlikely they could barely beat this meat within my trousers I’m predicting thundershowers every hour take my power out, remind you that our clout is sour bout with brain till kickin flowers I’m insane and I devour every bit of rage and every coward beat your argument to death with marble and willpower let you complement my marvel of a well built counter