That Shit You Wanna Smoke To

F*ck around lay around do or die That Gang Starr is the code to my mind Born with 3 eyes immaculate in design A comet in the sky couple rips now ya high We back with the fast flows Moving where the cash goes Funk ho'$ I'm past those West LA baby so you know it's f*ck the Astro's We doing 900's at the x games Karate kid moves hit you with a quick crane Taking jogs in the back of my left brain In the sauna with work stains It's like a heel to the temple Or a j dilla instrumental Decipher all the hieroglyphics is my mental All my rhymes hitting interstellar From the rap dungeons we go Jordan with a free throw Implosions in cerebros She tells me tengo los ojos bien frio I'm gnarly on this ripstick Smoking pounds like a misfit Grease my tires on my slick shit Watch my words how I twist it From Nostradamus to Confucius Im feeling interstellar I'm drifting off in space as I'm mixing all these letters Samurais in my eye dawned by cold weather Awakening gold souls you know for the better Smoking blunts at drakes beach Working on my next beat Jumping portals into deep sleeps Wipe the floor like a clean freak Training in the hyperbolic Visions of like a prophet Exploding out the cockpit Entails of lighting, embracing and brolic I'm Leonardo with a grammy Spider-Man's with Stan lee Vital signs through me In San Francisco feeling gloomy I'm on the M train, losing membranes, going insane I miss the cold rain and the mud stains but now I'm control movin in the fast lane We blowin O'z smoking hoes up on hippie hill Moving all the xans so ya boy can feel chill All the bong hits better than a pill Don't swerve don't move I might fucking spill Tame impala down Elysian roads Feeling like Naruto in full sage mode Anyone in my way is doomed to erode I found my calling and I hit go Bitch