Kill Shit For (feat. NAHreally)

When you base lines on baselines and sentiments intersect And punctuation's punctual and the prepositions are prepped And the emphasis is direct, and the elements just connect And you said it and it's a mess so you edit the incorrect Til it's evidently the best and you're eminently impressed By the precedent that you've set that you tell everyone that you met And you're swelling up in the chest damn near yelling that you're the best No Khaled, soul balanced the feeling is so valid Building rhymes when you're killing so sublime when it's propah Like, empanada could rhyme with Wembanyama Or what if a frittata was cooked on terracotta? Mispronounce the word a smidge now it fits like Ferragama In search of combinations you never heard in a line Knowing that other's dope with it notice you murder rhymes Both ya scalp and ya spine get that tingle now you know That you can surgically place words perfectly where they go Yo throw some shit on, something I could spit on Figure if we do it a million times, we'll get on F*ck it, watch us kick a million more The thrill, is really what we kill shit for Yo throw some shit on, something I could spit on Figure if I do it a million times, we'll get on F*ck it, watch me kick a million more The thrill, is really what I kill shit for I diligently fiddle with syllables till they fit In such a way they're perfectly difficult to predict I giggle to myself and sit back as i take a hit Of my little weed pen like yo I got some shit That's the thrill we keep chasing Coming up with rhymes at work and on vacation Coming up with rhymes in pharmacy line's waiting Coming up with rhymes while I'm watching Jaylen and Jayson That moment of sublimation The alchemical force of time and situation The butterfly effect flipped a switch in the ether And NAHreally wrote a fuckin absolute heater Yeah, thrill caught can't bottle it Might get a grip, occasionally you'll bobble it It's both a comforting and inconvenient fact That the only way to feel it again is to come back