Twilight to Machine
Getting heavy in the zone I'm a young Charlie Sheen
Seen chiefing on dro
Pack sound loud as a brick of the blow
Shorty put the p**y on cloud now you know
Coming from the middle to this top floor roof view
Dylan spitting fire like a Dy-lan flu
Fly tense making the band excuse the mess
The maids absent
Ice caps with absinthe
Tripping like a drinking chick drinking St Patrick
Moshing with these foolish muthaf**ers, they ain't having it
See the lime light now I'm like I gotta grab it
Got a rap habit, Delaware B-Rabbit
Beaware I come peace
Symbols and goodbye greetings I
Tend to think of we
In the age of the selfie I
Contradict, slip this in ya sip
Twit pic my dick real quick
Middle finger polish
Trenches like galoshes
On my oh my gosh sh**
Got sh** locked like keys to the black box
Planes, trains, automobiles and pit stops
I can't stop won't stop
Young gun coming for the gun shop
I got one shot
One mic and a full thought
Bad little b**h gimme head while the ink drop
High since high school
High when the ink drop
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You ain't seeing what I'm saying we ain't in the same region
I was born in Coliseum when the people was a fleeing
I was steady screaming freedom while the people hailing Jesus
I ain't never need a preacher
Living how I lead
You can see half behemoth all decent
All my dreams are free see no evil indeed
Hear what I speak you see demons are really what you make
I ain't never made a wish I was put in existence
With the mind I was given it was written
In the book soul
Get to the gettin for getting is gone
Especially when getting is getting the Gold