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Ay, huh, keep it cool and all but just don't Move too fast, tryna catch the vibe, I mean I won't I'm a motherfuckin' monster boy, your living nightmare Seen in your dreams, I give 'em night terrors Monster Kody off of coke and a cold one Coltrane rips that I catch like smooth jazz First round draft pick, a maverick like Steve Nash Amass the master plan, I pass the gas The pack of woods that I roll up, up What a beautiful view from this elevation I'ma light up a few for this meditation Lemme do what I do, it's just recreation My endless imagination Spectacular, bizarre, I'm not crazy Hallucinating, Hallelujah Never too much, to life Look I'ma teach 'em all the steps, my nigga one, two Young Sun Tzu with a plan if it fall through The backup sturdy, now we back up early Tryna get it by any means that I can, nigga, nigga Fuck you think I ain't hip to it Still enslaved by this sick music My distorted vision is a bit clueless A contortionist the way I twist the words Dr. Kevorkian, I'm here to end it first This ain't a price verse, call it a consultation Man I ain't no star, I'm a constellation Too high for you to ever fathom Out in Never Never Land, I'm feeling fine Ay, what the world, what the world Is about to feel, is about to feel Something, something That it's never felt before, before What the world, world Is about to feel, feel Something, something That it's never felt before, before What the world, what the world Is about to feel Huh, ay, you heard the specifics of this I'm not Meyer Lansky, my beginning's humble Lion to a gazelle, you a dime a dozen Push it forward like Rondo, I'm pretty passive Pensive penmanship penetrates In the fashion that you niggas rapping like an inner race I lapped 'em all while you sleep was like, hoe I'm in too deep Can't fuck with a nigga that is mentally Leaps and bounds above clowns, the high ground Do this with my eyes closed and my hands tied Run and gun, I grab the pad and spit it like a drive-by Never mind what you speaking Awake when you sleeping Awaken the beast inside they can't contain Faced with the facts and all, I can't complain Came with the flow, it's strange and not mundane, you get it Red cup full of gin with some juice in it I can see the signs in the sky nigga, Bruce Wayne You a sad soul motherfucker nigga, Bruce Jenner Transgender, confused, rapper with a complex Put 'em in a dress on the front page of Complex Tryna keep it all in context Fuck a rat race, in a contest, nigga who next? Tryna pay last month rent, too stressed So broke, I'ma take advantage from Unicef Solo, never need nobody else to do this shit So dope, you can feel the energy relayed Look, now tell them motherfuckers listen I'm one of one, Isaiah Thomas, Pistons A Bill Laimbeer to all my competition I check, assess then wreck the composition What the world, what the world Is about to feel, is about to feel Something, something That it's never felt before, before What the world, the world Is about to feel, feel Something, something That it's never felt before, before What the world Is about to feel, is about to feel... Boy, I think it's strange These times, these times are changing Faster than you know All that we do should clearly show
Writer(s): David Preece, Adam James William Sadler, Andrew John Major, Michael John Ball, Christopher Dominic Edge, Andrew John David, Gregory Thomas Johnston, Ayn Robbins, Bill Conti, John Edward Rutledge, Rhys William Joseph Hutchings, Carol Connors, Jerrold Immel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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