DAY OF THE DEAD

Yea Yea the scorchin' sun is out Citrus city burning up because this heat is out I flood the streets with homemade beats and look Im eatin' now Yuh Makin' waves every time I release Flow so wavy with the breeze Lincoln Continental wheres the fuckin' keys Oh I might get the whole bag and go cop a Jesus piece yuh If i was Mozart this would be like Fur Elise yuh Its a work of art of how I work this shit with ease yuh Cause i be Speakin' when i rhyme I don't spit no filler lines I don't waste waste no fucking time I just get straight to the grind The cosign is divine So i know we gonna be fine for a very long time (time) Yea it's ATZIN SPLASH* with the psychedelic style Find me somewhere in the middle of Ohio Uh The night is darker than a all black Cadillac Let me bounce back with a shot of jack Uh Throat burnin' fire shoots out when i speak My flow is glacier water every song is a new peak My flavor is unique My whip is an antique But little do they know that Im from the future G (from the future) uh Yea the scorchin' sun is out Citrus city burning up because this heat is out I flood the streets with homemade beats because we in a drought Yea things are looking ugly hopin' that we make it out So let this be a middle finger to ones that doubt Let this be a toast to all of those who know what know what this about Yea to all the fallen soldiers who done made a sprout From a seed of memories that still guide me down this golden route Yea thats what this about (what this about)