OLDSCHOOL

They say i'm cursed, painting pictures with these words

Murdering every verse, yeah, you heard it here first

The herd has to learn to take turns hitting herbs

I'm suberged, ripping these microphones of styrofoam

Add a couple chromosomes, XY no Z's (seas)

Like moses splitting oceans, no trees

Just a couple eights afraid to play it straight, check mates

Chained to the traits of the sage of the breaks

Got hits and snares, I spit sincere

Indifferent to your politics, go ahead and swallow dick

Won't swallow shit, your lies don't surprise me

Yeah, it's the unspoken revolution,

Bitches on the lowkey pray for holy retribution

I pray for the lonely and the north pole pollution

Spoke the truth, turned my soul in to lucian

Sold all the gold for some moldy old nutrients

Throw it over stoves, that's the only road i'm choosing

Got the fire like the dragons like it's only coal i'm chewing

The attire's not for hire, but the sire's worth pursuing

Grooming my desires, staying high is all i'm doing