System
breathtaking flow, drug GI's, not moving sloppy joes, one drag to know its a new god flow
always be nder the weather, ultimate orbit teather, stand still when the moon hit, wereworlf; supernatural bit, big foot under the sun, sasquatching for fun, freestyling until its my bun
free toke system, all for my brothers and sisters, teach 105 n 104 psalm, blood diamonds falling, catch them to put into their palm
Blood sweat and tears, god plays ganstas on my fears, working in mysterious ways, undercover for the rest of my days
Private control, general con artist, trolling the freaks, know what to harvest, what is and isnt, rock it down to nuclear fission
In the zone, forced to do my own, nocturnal vibe, work around the clock, asking for a subscribe, turning to the fake, hollering my brown rake ever since the wake, green mary berry bake
Ambidextrous feelings, left on alert, giving art better meanings, our tea's, white, no sugar please, beware getting involved with me.
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