Kaleidoscope Fishin’

Laced up stompin on the sidewalk
walk to the corner to where the homie gon’ ride up
up to the the gas station crusin on a full tank
“what we goin there for”
well we gotta stop for a blunt if we fina blow the dank (dank echo)
“aaaaight”
Dank waves runnin through ya system
dials gettin higher like everytime you twist em (echo)
so turn it up
i got a pocket full of beats
and an ear full of drugs
and i’m here cuz the dreams weren’t as a real as i was
was it not you who led me to believe
i was just another teen
wit some weed and a buzz
and a clean pair of ones
but i’ve come to infect the very substance you breathe in your lungs
and excuse the saliva
but i’m speaking in tongues
fee fie fiddily (3 syllables) fo fum
i forgot more hot shit than ya wheels ever spun
u even imitate what i incincerate lets get it straight
i will obliderate the silicate you stand on
if I aint gettin mine; ya damn wrong

My flame risen
Swanky ass Vixen
mind my vision
kalidoscope fishin
drownin in an ocean of diamonds
the hope for survival isn’t
listen
X2

My flame risen
Swanky ass Vixen
mind my vision
kalidoscope fishin
idaho potatoe
french fries
in the kitchen
but the putting’s in the pie
have a bite when you listenin
(chomping sound hahaahahafsbulslhit)
so If you want some get some bad enough take some (take some)
got game like playstation
it’s Like 123
the Mic Unlikely
to be scorched by the touch of the warmth of a clutch of an MC like me
taken aback first time that ya stepped up to see me
the flame rose up out the lamp like genie
the heart pumps blood with the strength of an ox
through the veins of a rock
(swing) escapin every lock and chain you put on me the name’s houdini
pawn takes rook with an en pissant
while they still saying king me
another one is whizzin over wig tops
just pigeonin the flow wa-waitin til the shit drop
who the hell let this happen to hip hop

My flame risen
Swanky ass Vixen
mind my vision
kalidoscope fishin
drownin in an ocean of diamonds
the hope for survival isn’t
listen
X2

This is what’s hissin
somebody spittin cynicism
sippin on the syllables since rhythm was written
splifed and gifted
scripted quickness
kickin these prolifics with the fitness of gymnast back flippin no mattress and shit’s terrific
we way above the av-er-age kid’s in the park just rippin it fa crickets
i got blood and i’m spillin how i live it
i breathe life on these 88 keys
i feel right when i hit it
get it
this is the edit
don’t charge it to the game cuz ya all in my credit
i came for the fortune
if the fame comes let it
i’m lookin at this cookie like i was diabetic
i’m an animal and don’t you forget it


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