I can rap circles around you,
Like a tree that done grew,
So I smoke older ones, get it? Im outside you,
Exhale rings, get golden, rise to new views,
Higher off a few magical fumes, warlock crew,
Cause we're wizards wit dreadlocks from the hills of blue,
Our war game on lock, but like yoda, peace before brute,
Dont tease or dilute, but got courage like Zeus,
Loot through bags of loose change and find no difference,
Between that and luxurious livin, 2 cents, prison or nonsense,
It seems the only 3 options, earn a pence, or use common sense,
Or street smarts earned defyin Commons 2 cents, it all dont make sense!
But you cant make sense of the nonsense,
Puff till we hoppin moon rocks, nugs dense,
Daily suspense cause everybody's a suspect,
Mic check then knife necks, out here earin respect,
Recollect the days when we had deficits,
Hepatitis sick or at least as long lasting spit,
Kid from the sticks, tryin to get checks,
Recollect the days when we had deficits,
X2
Cant get spunk on my muthafuckin Coogi,
Unless i wanna get smacked by the ghost of Biggie,
Back on the houston sap, 'bout to crack like Whitney,
Shmurda lines like kennedy bodies, call me Bobby!
Got a hobby that oddly works for most whities,
Hype me and fields get more static than strong coffee,
You lack moxie, while im from the land of it,
Literally, im the epitome of just do it!
Fluent in fluidity with flows heavier than Mercury,
Im talkin density, thoughts deeper than magma underneath,
Sun come up and we sunder sativa, pack in the blunderbuss,
Suicide to the negative head, swirlin in a wanderlust,
You wonder lost, while i dont wonder about us,
Cause i KNOW there is us, products of cosmic dust,
Dont dip my pen in poison anymore, fuck toxic lust,
I just keep my one girl more stuffed than pizza crust,
Recollect the days when we had deficits,
Hepatitis sick or at least as long lasting spit,
Kid from the sticks, tryin to get checks,
Recollect the days when we had deficits,
X2
Statistically Errors are 100% probable,
Meanin a stable life is probably improbable,
Everyone faces seemingly impossible obstacles,
And one day everyone of us will get too sick for the hospital,
But ya gotta keep movin despite death and vigils,
Got visions of being immortal, gotta shed the simple,
Tools put back in the shack where they belong,
Little to nothing can effect me, only big moves from here on,
Dig through the crude, actin rude in the nude,
While youre booed off stage, blowin blunts the mood,
I got the monster in the cage, poppin a few ludes,
Got dudes that'd wear you down, ashin kush in the car,
Lusty in the lime lush, preyin for hairless bush,
Light up the dutch, smoke like its my crutch,
But i dont play with a handicap, up to par and such,
Detect my flow and ill cancel your show like Starsky and Hutch,
Recollect the days when we had deficits,
Hepatitis sick or at least as long lasting spit,
Kid from the sticks, tryin to get checks,
Recollect the days when we had deficits,
X2
credits
from IDKbyIDF,
released September 3, 2015
Lyrics written and performed by me, Izreal. Produced by True Unda.
Still addressing social issues by way of raw, hard-hitting tracks, the teacha is back with a new dose of his philosophy. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2015