Juiced

A lyricist so clear with this never fear the fist or heels that run the underworld I hurl and heave the words you all dismiss dwell in ambience never seen a pearl Just need my sack of greenery to teach me we be The ultimate creations live above temptations To avoid the complications Of life But still they need affirmations on my g mail Oh well, who do I tell Ask the big man upstairs if this is best for my health Or should I spit that hype beast shit that sells You tripped on a clay more, come on man that's day one You serve me, I'll serve you that's gangsta, to gangsta Dis on my, Steel you probably a wanks-ta One hand I steer it, the other lift anchor Set sail move a groove on the blue boogie down sailor Riding a gator Swerve see you later Serve you an entree of flavor Burg got the bomb Bang the gong Light the bong Roll the papers Turn up my song god Spit with charm for the haters Clean up my contacts wipe the per off the table Alter context shift the song to a fable Recognize the danger Hazmat enabled With the mic spit the facts squeeze tight through the cables And into the laptop Moving the bedrock Saving every nerd in a headlock That's more to hip hop That's more to hip hop That's more to hip hop to save a life with the words Oh foul astounding wound up in the burg That's more to hip hop That's more to hip hop That's more to hip hop to save a life with the words Oh foul astounding wound up in the burg I am far away But I'm still right here I am far away But I'm still right here Beyond the tree tops I got Kaleidoscope vision See I'm dripping vibes slip and slide in the highest position Its obsolete An Honestly, sleep is not for me I'll wake and walk the walk And Speak unique philosophies Either I'm the sun, or the one inside the prophecy Packing bowls of Buddha, I Inhale and convert like properties Stopping is not my vocab This hip hop with soul man Tha physical don't matter when the spirit here is golden Off with the wind Still run off with a win Went above the sky Saw a man, stomped on his chin Got a goblet of gin And I ain't speak about shit unless we talking a sin, yeah Mr. Tongue twister Crust another f*ck ups in the mixture Peep in search for purpose Trying paint the bigger picture I Combine potential with a teeny bit a liquor Pick a sicker fit and go and fill another swisher I am far away But I'm still right here I am far away But I'm still right here That's more to hip hop That's more to hip hop to save a life with the words Oh foul astounding wound up in the burg That's more to hip hop That's more to hip hop That's more to hip hop to save a life with the words Oh foul astounding wound up in the burg