Release

Alotta chitter-chatter on who's badder Tryin to climb their crews ladder But in a feud, them dudes scatter So we aint here to prove 'you lose' Just accelerate no matter how many fellas hate And we aint gonna sink with that jealous weight Wait, I wish I was smoother Naw, I wish I was hardcore Feelin suicidal if I cant provide those Suicide car doors Nah, I cant relate, that aint my mindstate I just wanna create opposite of the fake And still make her behind shake Hit the caboose I give em the noose if they wanna get in the loop I chop em like Spruce and dig em up at the roots Couldn't give a f*ck bout your loot Its all in the aesthetic It aint what you say, but how you said it You keep thirsty for this flow Even though its a diuretic You could be on fire an never lit Just choose your path etiquette If you wanna last, just never quit Dont hesitate you pathetic bitch Yah, i said it lit Thats intricate we weaven an woven Everything that Im speakin is stolen off the top of my mind Im leakin it Rollin heaps of it Breakin through any walls and barriers Trojin You emcees thinkin' you scarier, woe then I don't wanna participate When everybody just wanna see everybody else at their Wake All these styles, Im so confused Everybody wild and on the loose So damn nutty, I want my own But i can't get into my zone So why dont I just leave the gate Wide on open for yall to hate And while you there Just grab my keys And rev me up Its my release Its my release Witness the brink of Babylon Whatup to Jinx and Kavawon Yall created links and built the castle strong Lit by Torch, to pass it on If you didnt catch that one Torch is Moke The same Goat who paved the path we travel on What to Vish 5150 and Ish The whole B.C.U.G Even that Rob Ripka bitch Hit the switch, this album list is fuckin lit Grab the oven mitts Chew this grit, its tough as shit I mean petrified logs These styles been selected by God Round the same time mic's were being tested by Augz Another 5 years before I perfected my flaws The objective to knock Roofs off, and boost off Through their shoes and socs F*ck being stuck in one spot Its time we move the clocks All these styles, Im so confused Everybody wild and on the loose So damn nutty, I want my own But i can't get into my zone So why dont I just leave the gate Wide on open for yall to hate And while you there Just grab my keys And rev me up Up in this abundant with several substances Im inches from pinchin' a nerve an not flinchin' Grippin the curve between indecision and intermission Im wishin the crowd would stop bitchin Its so loud and im itchen' for a better sitch to slip in Not proud that im pissed and i wanna be sober Not a wannabe ogre who thinks im spewin' the facts When im vomiting yogurt til my throat hurts No worse than being coerced into startin' a show you know it won't work Ill go first, lets mumble a verse with no words Yadda di blibbity, ya i know that you heard Word to the birds Bird up, Meow Autotune that Assume that position and move back To when we would listen to 3 stacks With 2 packs of lubed hats For cooch cats who knew that We just wanted to make the boots clack True that True to this truest influence Who kept the hood with the druids Used his movements to measure up from the square to the cubic Whatever unit, you choose it Long as you don't reduce it Keep it exclusive, see I be too elusive Cause I aint talkin by twattin on the Twitter I dont care how to use it But it dont make me go Boo hoo hoo hoo bitch Cause this is just music Not amusement Confusing as Rubiks But its just so damn soothing to do this