[Hook]
Still slippin', still gippin', looking ill as f**
Still desecrating rhythms, suttin' skinning up
Ill b**hes tell informed set to wake up
Feel the beat, k**ed the chief and it starts with
[Verse 1]
What planet am I living on? Cabin fever
Had to resuscitate him for a little song
Self admitted to the psycho ward flat
One thinks he's finding it hard to walk but his raps run
Time for action, whats wrong?
So now we're ready, paranoia will destroy ya
But sometimes it's nice just feeling edgy
Swoop like Eddie, tell the kids to keep the moolah steady
I bought from Kenny but saved him in my phone as Jenny
Living life like a rodent, coming out at night to forage for scraps of potent sh** to be smoking
No sh** promoting, smoke a blunt that's highly dipped and soaked in oil
No foil but look I'm on opium
I leap from the opening
Bottle the extract, hit it raw then fail to do the scratch like a (?) axe
(??) Best DJ in the south, best respect that
One sec deeper best believe that my heads back
[Hook]
Still slippin', still gippin', looking ill as f**
Still desecrating rhythms, suttin' skinning up
Ill b**hes tell informed set to wake up
Feel the beat, k**ed the chief and it starts with
[Verse 2]
Still getting the bus feeling semi concussed
Slip inside my mind reeling off the heavenly dutch
Things will happen that will send you spiralling into the clutch
Of the dark forces that will squeeze 'til everything you see's f**ed
Slipping off the edge, man he's off the head
Strange look in my eyes, sat and rocking on the ledge
Snap out of the picture you see is beautiful
And walk the street feeling like the world has found a use for you
Just get caught in avalanches, reaching for the branches
Heading for the city of Atlantis
Lost and found, what are the chances?
Rolling with the dogs brother but you still get your hand bit
Always been slipping, haters been sitting in the shade steady sipping
Throwing little dicks in, now they spit contradictions
Never know who was real from the start of the fiction
Just do your best to pick 'em
[Hook]
Still slippin', still gippin', looking ill as f**
Still desecrating rhythms, suttin' skinning up
Ill b**hes tell informed set to wake up
Feel the beat, k**ed the chief and it starts with