[ Featuring Westle ]
Could have Ten bitch with ten rings like I'm Shang-Chi Give me nine sins with some bi-twins that wanna
Bang me Eight tings with some big bins and some loyalty like my fans be Spit flows a tag team like Ditko And Stan Lee Grab your man's B if they droppin' those comments About the sonnets or the young Nostradamus I'm bout to show you why a falling star, man Is different from a comet Off the top of the homie's bonnet when we vomit See the infantry is like a symphony When I grab the mic and spit a simile
I talk sick like acidity and I've had-ish like I'm Tiffany Cause I'm mad sick with the imagery since infancy
Consistently these lyrical abilities I'm gifted with, draw interest like a mystery Man, see what I drew? And then I'll solve it like Nancy I'll be taking a ten day without a chance b And chef it up without the pantry
And write a few books just like Clancy Cause man, I had backwoods through crack
Hoods just to ease these demons off Had to put my pen to my head just to catch
These leaking thoghts Was cookin' with these beats but had ingredients Off Now with WES, this percussion always function as my heartbeat Rhythms create conditions, get you Bumping out your car seat Man, keep talkin' bout that pipe dream Y'all in the meadows where the light be I'm in the darkness where I sight see
Players with the kettlers in the side streets Pedallers like a bike team Often servin' white with the music like It's ice cream I got a nice team, I got a nice team I got a nice dream, I got a nice dream
You a wack fiend, you a wack fiend Now when it comes to which is mightier The pen or the motherf*ckin' sword
I let the situation dictate that
