Chorus:
The laboratory I'm at the laboratory
Whippin up a pot of glory stockin up the inventory
Last week I was in the lab and the gas was all the way to the max and i burned it down to an ash x2
Verse 1:
Nah I'm playin but that's a metaphor sayin my lips are formin the hottest a belly full of propane and I sip that sh** like a fanta
Breath a flame in a stanza
For those who didn't know that I'm gifted as 50 Santas Ill give ya multiple answers so spread this sh** like a cancer
Makin movements like Keeble and ankle bones on a dancer
Strikin balance between my grades and a talent
Is somewhat of challenge if you try to excel at a level far beyond average I think I'm bonded in marriage with the ethic of workin hard I boned her hard in the carriage
My blueprint for the new sh** is ruthless i flew in- from a-nother galaxy as a nuisance
You knew since I knew sh** I'd cream y'all like cool whip or two tits
Makin it clear in your ear with q tips
I'm mixing music so potent just need a few drips- so- step in my soup kitch- Ill show ya how I brewed this
Chorus:
The laboratory I'm at the laboratory
Whippin up a pot of glory stockin up the inventory
Last week I was in the lab and the gas was all the way to the max and i burned it down to an ash x2
Verse 2
sh** was crazy and now my roomies all hate me recording in this apartment was workin out till I charred it
All this damage I do is a sacrifice to be charted
Cut off 2 of my fingers to show you all I'm an artist with third eye vision Ill rock it until I'm locked in a coffin
Nah i'm jokin i promise that was way i was brought in
To this world as a baby and then I grew to a prophet
God-given symbol i raise a palm from my pocket and represent the percentage of people scarred without warning
Hand defect out the womb I was born at 8 in the morning
Callus coated my brain as i learned my life as a foreign cuz hey I gotta choice of grindin or snorin
5 in the morning
Workin on a rhyme and a chorus man I could be sorry or signing a portrait
I'ma certify my image don't be blind to ignore it embracin my form and normal wasn't of any importance
Probably why I'm at the lab a good deal of my portion- Cookin up a fat meal the i'll dine on the courses
The only true place that i like to kick it
Is the lab with a mic gettin scientific
Chorus:
The laboratory I'm at the laboratory
Whippin up a pot of glory stockin up the inventory
Last week I was in the lab and the gas was all the way to the max and i burned it down to an ash x2
Verse 3
I want the people to approach the EP
And see me
Like ET
They repeat
A retweet they like damn white boy was goin in with the heat- and he's stationed in cali- even got his own beats
Click a link at the bottom and now your part of my reach
Hold up now your a damn fiend
You better hold like a canteen
Guess these syllables are hittin y'all like cupid vaccines
So Rally round the rapper who hacked your brain with no pa**word I'm pa**ionate like a pastor I mastered patterns of frequently reachin over the standard
Show me love from Montan
All the way to New York and then down to Louisiana
For now I got the Cali coast locked into my redical so ima turn this up a couple decibels
And ima splash a couple mothaf**in chemicals
Better bet i got the goggles on for spectacles
And my dryer is full of burnin hot aprons
Cuz I spill on em whippin up a creation
Pardon me as I ditch verse and replace it
Goals are located at the Jupiter basins
But I never had quit tryina face em
Chorus:
The laboratory I'm at the laboratory
Whippin up a pot of glory stockin up the inventory
Last week I was in the lab and the gas was all the way to the max and i burned it down to an ash x2