[Verse 1: Terminal Knowledge]
Just shut your mouth, take a walk
Pump up the volume of sacred law
Lost in a whirlwind, tossing and turning
Shake it off until the break of dawn
Take the charge, worry later
Encourage haters to return the favor
When I raise the bar, learn the name
Cause Terminal K no perfect stranger
Roll in a hoopty, hoping to soon be a '74 Impala
Like Kembe I'm known to holler so "let me hold that dollar"
Now my pockets low on cash, I'm that pothead stole your stash
Started what's hardly a movement of choosing knowledge over swag
Bird-dogging chicks and banging beaver
Finna take a breather when I'm slanging reefer
Just to burn the profits, optimistic
God forbid the politics is plain as zebras
Black and white, map the night
Pa** the mic so don't ask 'em twice
All I'mma offer is bad advice
Cause I already got me an a** to wipe
(Nauseous) You make me wanna vomit, b**h
Erasing all your documents
I been through the wire, it's Louis Cypher
They saying "What the H-E-double hockey sticks?"
Head locked in a prison, prophetic wisdom
Rock to the rhythm - Forth and back
Want you to swing cuz they cork the bat
Not gonna give anymore than that
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Never alone, set it in stone
Ready to go on a journey
To the underneath, but I'm gonna need
A little company, who's finna come with me?
Said it before, never alone
Ready to go on a journey
To the underneath, but I'm gonna need
A little company, who's finna come with me?
[Verse 2: Kembe X]
Taking n***as back to the basement
When a n***a mind trip to get my sh** aligned
Figured I was hit inclined, fifteen, school been f**ed up
For life, gimp out and the tool get upped'd
Fools didn't trust it, righteous in life is a price
You can pay to live life as you like it
Prices, the vices, the wish - big change
Been slave to them, f** minds screamin' them lames
Titties in my phone like
I'm a f**ing menace to my own right
Tight, I even get it when I don't write
Sittin' in a room full of n***as that I don't like
Busted cause we don't fight
A lone night turn lives into fable
Stone, flip one, get a price on the table
Go get some, n***a life ain't gon' pay you
For b**hing and moaning and cry everyday
I fall asleep with my third eye open
Envisioning the world in my palm
On the tips of my grip, got a b**h on my dick
With her eyes on my fist cause she heard I'm holding
Shut the f** up with all that talking sh**
I thought I told you that, quit tryna hold me back
Next b**h is stuck up will never walk again
I took her head and her heart cause she owed me that
Uh, trippin' off what's packed in a bong
Don't choke, if you don't, then you're smacking it wrong
Go broke over gold cause my mind says shiny
Chrome fo-fo for when times get grimy
To blast it or not is my question, I'm the astromanaut of my session
It's fat a**es and pot in my session, flexin'
Village triple 7 is my brethren, n***a
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[Verse 3: Acumental]
It's a pilgrimage, I'mma k** you, b**h
Leaving enemies dead in the wilderness
So underground I can't find the dirt
Behind the curtain, blind to what life is worth
All in, pressin' my luck
I'm possessed and I give far less than a f**
Head full of fluff, big chest when I puff
At the gentlemen's club 'til I'm left with a buck
Scribble notes in calligraphy
I go ham when I smoke that hickory
An emcee most cats ain't fit to be
But peep game, people can't say sh** to me
Cause I counterblast 'em in a louder fashion
While I pound an absinthe in a crowded tavern
Got an ounce of gra** and a mound of hash
The astounding rapper, turn a frown to laughter
Weed in my sock at the court like feed me the rock
Pump-fake, pop, sink a shot
Believe it or not, I been thinking a lot
'Bout whether my malevolence will leave me to rot
Cause it happened to her and it happened to him
It'll happen to me, it'll happen again
Got a baggie of weed in my cabinetry
That I grab when I need to relax for a bit
The ferocious, slow-motion, lookin' fresh in my old clothes
If hope floats, you can bet I'm sinkin'
Most folks don't know what the hell I'm thinking 'bout
On a trip from the crust to the core
Drop a disc and you rush to the store
Bust in your door
Cups of Malört
We complacent with less, but accustomed to more...
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