Goodlum - Max Out Your Dopeness lyrics

I am made of thoughts and processes. Every solid bar is a Series of good guesses. Like my high school test tresses Got flow like prom dresses make no's turn to yes's Mistakes are made daily. 9 months before the baby In this rap game that's what I am that's why I jam and they don't pay me My flow is tight but they untie me. When I'm filthy they want me tidy I'm breakin the ground that you're makin so sit back and take it or fake it or try me I'm cutting the red tape. Bloody knots are made and frayed by me The ground's splattered with shattered expectations, blood drips, and rope bits The fatter my opposition the more candles I make when I smoke it I'm choking on the clouds produced by burning hopeless You got turned into wax cause you're not maxin out your dopeness You're not maxin out your dopeness Well I am doing that thing that we talked about in the last bar My dopeness is maxed out like all your dumba** credit cards I was wondering why you had IOUs fillin up your swear jar But at least you've got your big house, your fake b**bs, and a nice car But do you drive like I drive myself? I'm truly auto mobile Lots of tricks up my sleeves, I can trot I'm just not global Sure to the untrained eye, I am just another local But get out your dosimeter, my flow glows like Chernobyl I'm so sick my spit drips with the illness Cough once if you like me or twice if you're really feelin this Cough three times if you're sick too if you flow give me four You can cough for the rest of your life, but you gotta knock to open the door You're not maxin out your dopeness. Not at all You're not maxin out your dopeness