Twist backwards, Time lapse get factored
Turnin back into the old me, raptor
Cold blooded against actors who aren't spittin at an atlas, aimless
I'm shamelessly savage, Grab cabbage above average
I got carry-ons and baggage so just carry on you ba*tards
Been sheepish since the last herd anyway, Whats the track you last heard anyway?
Lames turn featherweight but not like boxers just drift away
This is not a free steez give away
Hope these B's get away, A plus style since picture day
Man these lames Pictionary
Pet canaries on sing along songs
Im on obituaries, scriptures flip like Dae Won Song, Cla**ic
Like they asking what they been on?
It's what I be on
These peons freon so be gone and lemme get high as the Grand Tetons
My rolls peaking, its pecans, y'all been seeking but you only see cons
So that's when they cut the contract, sign on the dotted line and leave their lines flat
Crime scenes, well never mind that, chalk outlines and files that stay closed
Batosai's made contact with rhymes that align facts relevant to his life pact, they froze
Cold flows get chose, levitation
They tried to get a rise so I rose
I'm a cold front but I'm not cold frontin
Hold something, like your fate in your hands, no bluffing...
I'm written obituaries…
And I'm liven it now
You can hear it inside my voice, hidden inside my vowels
A breathe is another step, a step is another mile
Today is another page, tomorrow's another trial
I blink and I lived a verse, moments written to hearse's
I spit and then leave a curse, flipped words end up like cursive
Observe and wander the earth, tryna find out my purpose
Im writing obituaries...Follow me down the path...