Free (feat. Garrett Prado)

How ya livin Mr. Prado? On the Edge all my days Just tryin to see through all the Haze Smoke is risin and I'm feelin free No one can ever grab hold of me I shoot for thrills in coupe de villes scoopin rocks like shootin drills I do it for the loot and thrills, stupid groups of troops get killed I'm tellin losers chill shuttin down the rumor mills With my computer skills and rap tracks that are super ill I could never be a presidential candidate I'd be the man to hate as soon as they start releasin some random tapes From all the hidden cameras placed in my dungeons of sex With my hundreds of pets watchin as I stand and cum on her chest I'll punish less if you sluts get undressed and if I'm unimpressed Then like the mouth police you bitches can all give your tongues a rest When sometimes I'm under stress it's because the dumb press Tries to get me to confess to stuff nothin more nothin less These cunts are stressed no fun or sex and always be attackin me For stackin sacks of weed and jackin half these bitches chastity Catastrophes natrually tragically happen after we Actually tactically sarcastically be actin free On the Edge all my days Just tryin to see through all the Haze Smoke is risin and I'm feelin free No one can ever grab hold of me Get those paper stacks no payin tax blazin that haze in glass Playin back my latest tracks, displayin fat amazin raps Crazy maniacs may attack try and take a crack To break and snap my bones but if they do I'll show their ladies that I got a bigger package plus I spit the baddest shit it's magic Gettin cabbage stayin lit an makin hits inflictin damage Gettin likes on every post and tweet the most elite MC I flow to beats that are sweet and fatter than hoes who overeat I'm runnin Laps around these motherfuckin acts and clowns I'll just be stackin pounds of cash and never be backin down I'll just sit back and lounge be creatin massive sounds Ladies turn your backs around Kevin Paul is back in town Smokin herb and packin bowls no spoken word I'm rappin pro Always with a magic flow goin intergalactical Do whatevers practical or whatevers tactical Makin hits that are classical I'm not a crazy radical On the Edge all my days Just tryin to see through all the Haze Smoke is risin and I'm feelin free No one can ever grab hold of me Smoke is risin Smoke is risin And I'm feelin free And I'm feelin free On the Edge On the Edge