Quick Spin

Dust to dust cuz, ashes to ashes Medi jar full of Billy Kimber, yea that's the space packet Smoke bro endorsed; crow connoisseur I'm the type to grab my magnifying glass; check out the trichomes on your calyxes I sipped the elixer of life right from the chalice Then i sized up the challenge, it was light The code-type's Gangish Eyes redder than Gambits is; cause my raw's where the racket is And Geo's beats are hard as f*ck like your heart when your panicking Pussy your the type to get your man knicked I'm the type to swerve the blue lights cause i saw it twice before it happened Incautious action; i gave thanks for the fact that In the south we was sanction less, held them tools like some handy men Savage we was on some manic mechanic shit Metal in the palm calm like my hands where the magnet is Killa nods his head i'll aim for his neck; just like Dracula did Salad lit, Puff Bob Marley while I'm Jamming spins A cellist for quids, we're pulling mad strings Cookies in the raw tray Flows off the wall mate like a sound wave or pat ball game Yea while you were out doing dates; i was combating droughts in a grow house going ape I made a vow to never go without or scrounge for a plate And my loud is like a fox sound, and distain for the snout still remains Yea need the pay need the cash stack Life long lessons learnt, was puffing herbs with the Kazakhs Your perturbed i light up every verse you nerds need to practice Under these floors we weed gorge in these raws is a madness Yea, like I'm broad mores captive Bars like its sentencing in court and judge is black anti Found the source and i tapped in, yea the flows cold i blue tapped it Slow dough before no dough if it ain't quick rise gradually It what it is prick na we ain't having it We lick off balls quick like the jockey is on my Ralph horse galloping If pigs grab the kid i guess my lips turn mannequin