SYB - Whatever, It Takes Lyrics

Yea...
How many ya think
Been stressing on me
Ask ya self, bury ya worry
I might need dirt
While y'all was thinking
Copters
I was thinking more about choppers
Niggas act like
They the ones who scare the lochness
It Was I, spit replies,
Keys to knock it
Jingle jangle all around
And the fumes so noxious
Living paradoxical
Got a pair like bicycle
Cuz I popsicle stick,
I Was Aristotle
Over obstacles
Told me she don't like
All that philosophical shit
Sticked my dick
Past line of scrimmage
With a escrima stick
And a shock to the tip
Popeyes for the pot guys
No spinach
A rack of ribs
Never eyed a fat guy
Hold up wait a minute
This that instigator flow
I call out rap to feel my void
I got that Galactic feeling tho
I brawl like a helix dragonoid
A moral man
With no laurel lance
I got no queen
No stanchions
Pour immoral
In my soul
We growing tree
Stronger than these branches
And about to put the beat
Through the paces
F*ck anonymous
Need facelift
Warm up to the green
Was already accelerated
Wore same clothes
Cuz I'm already animated
Bold yet
Understated
Ya feeling like
Ya part of the nexus?
The rest
Going up, invaders
Let the
Elements jus elevate us
Crush particles
Into shatters
Inferno
Flame it after
Gasp for gust
Pu-puff that matches
Tide-fall
To drain the ashes
Imma be trigon
With a soul stomp
Here I go
As I "trigger Nam"
On ya whole lawn
And I won't stop (uh)
It's a short stop
At it once again
Ya better hope not
I don't spark
Only resonate, in the darkness
Surge through the void
Came the words,
From the sharpest
Seen from a beam
Visually, From my arcus
Blind as a bat
Shadows strap, like a harness
(Yuh, yuh)