Solitaire (feat. Super Jack & Záire)

I’m in solitude playing solitaire Rock it like the cat and dogs that are framed in the air One hand on a bottle One hand in my hair A knotty spiral Strand that strands me to this lair It’s like lard Those filler-fied bars I don’t pull the card of those who vilify broads I specify my message But keep kinda broad the talking points are foreign Like something that’s abroad Jah another name for God Of course the all knowing cuz the all know it’s God But for right now let’s chill on that Buddha philosophy Cuz blacks can’t see the devil straight for his atrocities And can’t recognize divine Even tho it’s inside of their vibe and their mind The first time the stars cried And planets were aligned A little black girl saw it and wrote it like a scribe I stay scheming my pyramid On pyramid schemes that block cyphers with lyricist Just browse this before you're clearing it If don’t think it’s genius then you’re really not hearing It’s right of a passage through my passage Don’t pacify my passes I let it go and pass it The brother feels blasted The gun is just plastic hollow-tip ink that ink shots when I’m rapping It’s best that you're adapting Yeah it’s best that you're adapting