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Aint it hypnotic though, the way i plot and scheme

my sub conscience on the low an animal

yeah yeah

the flow changed many times,

the dough rose up very high

lookin like D rose in my eyes

how it flies through the sky

fallin towards liquor, and some pride, thats died off

i had to burn and pry off

but get the pinesol

it smells like weed in here

they tell me look both ways,

but i aint seeing clear

no not these days

i feel i let my impulse steer

the wheel of my soul

and it guides me to fear

face everything and reach,

as i feel victory near

nothing new this year

like ya grandma with a platinum veneer

vernacular changed the

spectacular range

Odell Curry

half court during halftime of his sons game

mentally you see the video in your brain

bringing pictures to your mind through words is insane

think for second bout a television set

and all the channels you could change

just turn it off cause they're

programming bigots

and leaving you to pick

 

 

back back in the day i felt i would get it in a second no delay

writing everyday tryna make sure i could possess the skill

keep it at bay, and use at will, thats the killa phil mentality

sorry mom but they wanna bring the mamba out in me

normally i wait to hit that button in a game like its alchemy

im not clout chasing, i wanna perform on the mic on a balcony

but you mindless zombies hacking me we playing full court

straight up harassing me,