BVA - Still Slippin lyrics

[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