Master P

I’m here to crush the procedures And common clichés Pass it to the weed breathers Spit on the ground Even in my own town Twist off the head That bares the crown I’ll take that now Melt it down Into my own dilemma Face first Into the stair well Fate bursts Into my own hell Details are the only thing blurry I woke up on beach Surrounded by flurries Shielded from the UV rays I exam existence And who fucks with mine Take your time Cuz we play chess Step out into a blank place Separate the mixture like a chemist How many days can I Fabricate the lie I’m the best dead rapper alive Since the last one I didn’t even try Read the signs Crossed lines Last time Swear babe Last drink maybe Pale ale crazy Ahh Let me flex Like masta p Pass me the green Take a hit of ecstasy Need more bass Open space With deep rivers Step hills Unlimited pills Straight thrills What’s the meaning Made it thru another 4 seasons Salt and sand Crisp the lips Wrote this for the flex of it Flex it for a check and shit Pa hanging with penguins and pirates I wrote this so I don’t forget Cuz I’m the highest On the mountain top Done climbing Sun shining Not even trying Words come Thoughts go Half drunk Half stoned My zone You know Full blown Oh no They hate me For me I’m spacey See in threes My 3rd eye is the best Why wait Like hate Am I Getting This straight Why face The day Head straight You know We bail Toast weed By bales Inhale Exhale See Heaven Feel hell