D-Lo - Just 2 Let U Kno lyrics

[Verse 1]: Vivid images appearing in my spiritous Envision a village taking in lines so ambiguous and limitless Vibrating all ligaments, got you like a hypnotist A recipe of sentences and wickedness An incubus, found a state of elevation Always was a victim of my own imagination Packing atoms in the basement My sword stays adjacent Cutting in minds and filling them with spoken statements Ask me what's cooking and I'll tell you it's a wrap Cheese, stakes, bunions, a**umptions and that Take it back to when it was rap further than black Imperial thoughts all wrapped in a murderous track Sky high and I'm living sci-fi, you're only wanting to crown me that's for all you wise guys Scattered scribbles dangling on these pages Stages and phases, taking my soul to different places Out my body and I'm out to body Any man that stands with a mic so I guess that's everybody Who you wanna try and flex with? No better than the next kid I got bars you know I always stay connected Small talk is not my forte, straight to the point In and out I ain't stopping on no foreplay If the beats sweet I'm moving my feet, I even got em bumping when I'm talking in my sleep My flow ain't no mainstream Bozo's, hooligans get my pen damn n***a who you tryna fool again? It's a different specimen, sending messages Open up your mind and just let em in Emcee am I, people call me Dlo Soon gonna be stacking that queso and peso So please know I ain't stopping for half of them Rock on the mic, Noble Park down to Pakenham (Skit): Boy, just be yourself People don't like you if you being yourself, f** em [Verse 2]: Hello, it is I Back again, packing them a ki of lines no I'm never slacking them Snow noses, hocus pocus Giving birth to crack addicts separate them from my lines like Moses Woop woop! That's the sound of the ill troops Got our sh** on repeat till your f**ing ear loops Always locked and loaded, ready to blast Major disas leave you worrying about your past What goes around comes around behind your a** like Casper Sweaty palms for you and your favourite rapper The chase is on n***a like a runway slave Emcees who slept today must be swept away! What? n***a, n***a, n***a! (Skit): Point I'm tryna tell you son is be yourself If people don't like you if you're being yourself f** em, f** em f** em up against the wall, with handcuffs on