Don't Drill

Don't drill, but I kill Beats, it's a thrill Me, need a mil Me, need a chill Don't drill But I kill But I kill Too sick Spitting out my teeth til I'm toothless Covered in mucus, a nuisance, abusive to music Hoo Doo Buddhist move too allusive Lucid with music inducing a shroom trip Magic, cruise through on a broomstick Burning more juice then a cruise ship Spit razors while I'm chewing a toothpick You a stain on the scene Shoulda been a stain on a sheet I been hell raising on beats Shaking my bells raising the streets It's my time, blatant as can be I'm with Free Masons free basing Talking creation And the state of the free nations Sending out more waves than a TV station When I spaz get sicker than a TB patient See me pacing, hanging in caves like stalactites Passion like dogs appetites Never satisfied better have some pride In the city where the witty will attack your stride Problems get magnified So I bounce them signals like satellites I move megabytes, I'm too heaven like But I seen hell in the dead of night Petrified, had some sanity set aside It's been left to die So I storm question time demanding answers Over and over I was handed chances Threw em away for random cancers Now I'm in sync like tandem dancers Don't drill, but I kill Beats, it's a thrill Me, need a mil Me, need a chill Don't drill But I kill But I kill Too smooth Moving with dudes that are too couth Nineties like Fubu, you Mushu A self centred dude who, gives up is own to accrue goo On beats I go cuckoo Hurts em and I ain't near em like voodoo Don't care what you do do or don't don't But I'll try make it til I go broke broke Aint no joke bloke who want the smoke You lot are jokes, I'm at the top like the pope End any endeavour these bed wetters Come to thinking that their pens better You're no trend setter, but neither am I So while you whine I'm trying to get better In the universe I'm dead centre Spinning magic tricks like Penn and Teller Jack be nimble Jack be quick Truth is Jack can't rap for shit I'm geed up getting gassed again Releasing toxic chems from my acumen Storm ya fortress mere mortals forfeit Foes get tortured, it's getting distorted and morbid Guess thats what I've resorted to Painting a self portrait too Can't tell if its old or new Guess thats what I've dissolved into Could have sworn I was evolving too At least thats what I was told to do Can't tell if its old or new Guess thats what I've dissolved into Could have sworn I was evolving too Guess thats what I was told to do Don't drill, but I kill Beats, it's a thrill Me, need a mil Me, need a chill Don't drill But I kill But I kill