hot sauce

more often in a dank spot than not, type to have a trick up the sleeve even in a tank top, ride a summer breeze sleep wherever the crank stop, spit so tough it's been known to shank rocks. fiends smoke the pieces, share the wealth enough to max out visas but who needs it? living the dream kid, absolutely wide awake. lots of dudes is kinda fake, get around that rockin' on the swerve like a snake, catch a cipher: feeling great, cop a loosey post the bake and that's a good session. lots of heads going all-in i just rob whoever's betting. content above most they can't even stick their head in on point even when i'm guessing, verbal weapons. not one for interviews but to answer your question…delshine found the end of the night followed a snot line, wasn't any gold but that pots fine, fat dimes, no gat rhymes, elevation in my speech exercising your mind. the holiest of dopey kids drinking that and smoking this, candy flip fall in love with whatever shit crosses his grip, the craziness. he's even pet the visions and still bust flows with the dexter precision. highest of living grown in the dome so flow is never kidding, not a child. stress the point and dope enough to get wild, roll with hot sauce in viles, take a shot or a bump: leave parties in piles. shit don't change you can't project the sun when you're still hanging in the shade that's just a fake tan. everybody's on the cake scam, greed in the batter it's contagious when they shake hands. i got the remedy, walk up in the spot and make the people wanna yell at me just scuffin' their shoes not giving a fuck about appearances, huffing' the blues. life moves, who do you choose to lose? handful of keepers. the vocab sounds fly out the shittiest of speakers, trine spread the sound: big ups to the leakers. pride being honest in a land full of cheaters with politician smiles. you're all filler like the grout between my kitchen tiles.

blue cheese

emotions are reflections of gods, i got 7 body parts that directly correlate with the stars, improving movement planetary shuffle up on my playlist and i blaze shit and i'm kicking that quality imagination. meditation on my third eye never blinded never rewinded i'm flippin' a flow so dope that it's hard to define it. grinding with my chocolate fam until the sun stops shining (and we gon' keep grinding) and if the shit goes out then i'ma spit in the shade i get laid got a 5th and some haze, genius i never slip on the grade A spit i got y'all trippin' for days: acid fantastic, jurassic on my verbal dissections, told y'all motherfuckers i'm keepin' it interesting, my mind remains forever stretching intellect attained via cipher catching (brains) ventricles pumping quite swiftly, my character trait states that no rappers can bang with me, you teddy bear kiddies can't rumble with the grizzly, nope, i'm still floating through the air type frisbee snapping your necks like rice krispies (ohhh lord) you know what the don has in store verbal wars of course i'm kicking the illest realest metaphors, pure raps natural as bacon coming from boars, ass-shaking coming from whores, perspiration coming from pores.