The Knowing without knowing

The Knowing without knowing My 5 senses telling me that finishing a Killing of a mudurous villian would be senseless his sentences come from the judge lenthy with witnesses him or her statements in the jurors eyes they painted vivid clear video acting violent and flagrant aiming flaming bullets at ya target no gta gaming yall gang cant win high security surveillances for the lawz creeping freelancing slow dancing for Isaiah no more chances the boat stops right here no more advancing in sin im that lyrical selant master of ceremony ya chick staring at me her bbl phony ya small talk phony baloney off the balcony ya bones flee like a falcon w a broke wing chicken ass nigga turn u to a wingdings when that door bell ring she catching digaling to her spleen then im off the sceen clean sweeter than candy rings she smoked the pipe like pheen with pipe dreams im swiping ya streams and likes away day by day the sun not shining right tomorrow will be a brighter day especially when consistently working hard every day is a pay day as i make beat to say what want it to say break down get down on my nees an pray every day is a miracle spiritual safe space now im back on yall case wit God grace i race slow to the finish line i was born Devine an highly favored that's how u getting this smooth lyracist Newportnews flavor u not fam or my manz aint got no time for favors or liars fakers salt shakers have u throwing up stomach ached headaches given no meds being served so plucking my fucking nerves y'all nerds nerf soft on ya turf im blowing smoke good Terps im the weed expert keep dis dirt aint no seeds in real herbs thats real my word heals Beverly's the meal for a raw beat kill lifes instrumental cant escape how you really feel gotta protect ya asshole like u was locked in a diddy deal like meek mill now puff in the hole eating swole meals chilling lifting weights cutting up trying to cut new deals need to keep dem mills flippin the cash bag aint big enough it keeps fillin up piling up im smiling in da cut them theives see whats up now they wanna fill they guts im like what yall wilding out so imma have to wave the nick cannon blow the candles to yo cake out right where standing yeah this street style i spit it hard cuz its so demanding roasting hearts for the netflix like Kevin have ya gurl begging for this legend to let her head get to pecking flexing her special secret weapon on my stickman she kinda thick man after words im hit gotta stick the plan get the neck then scram yeah yall great value flow is so offbrand aint never came off the shelf sitting just rotting away in rusty cans have me acting boojie like puff yall need rap sanitation for shaking dem dirty hands always somewhere in a nigga stash stealing bands after bands he finna join a rock band he keep beating plugs in da head like a drum set you think he a dumb vet aint no rum left Nigga still aint drunk yet then kick da chick out next giving her sex for hour n she still aint cum yet and i get neck i dont give neck unless she the one and only neck cook clean raise a family flip a check stay loyal with out the disrespect on my neck so when ya see me on the stepping on ya sceen call me mr nectarines flow submarine rap marine boom bap machine washing ya dirty cap act clean have my YN sheem swipe ya cash app clean ya woke up having nightmares it was all just a bad dream while control my rap sermons like im balancing beams precise with the rhythm razor slicing beats wit precision tune in listen to a real one orca fixing up a shark meal for my next order fishing up studio rhyme torture ya mind like stephen king the author my track bring horror n heat like its summer time in Texas port author PA but yeah im from Va Newportnews where u make the news if play or dont play by the street rules u better off on a carnival cruise or on ya mamma porch chillin sippin a cold brew doing you soons you move niggaz in the hood shooting police riding thru niggas keep blasting like its they last time they ever wanna see u living or sitting in prison for free commissions work labor for the state gotta keep a free state of mind all times of day an night if u shine too bright they wanna dim ya light im right u wrong i write long songs king kong Beijing Honk Kong no matter where im the Don Coneilius keep ya soul dancing on my train of thought ya brain get caught up cobwebs ya bitch slobbin all round my pubic hairs to messy gving me head tryna impress me she gone be seeing less of me im bout to call up Becky llet her treat the meat to a nice skeet skeet hit the sheets go to sleep after giving her the beats huh