Mathias Kruse - Buschemi lyrics

Not one of the greats, run in your place And break tracks under my birth given abundance of weight Your drive is an affair with speed, you're still in love with the breaks That lack of motivation grips, and you'll get crushed till you break And I'd say my lyrical heater's heavy Open up my mouth and leave the scene ugly as Steve Buschemi Even then we eat enemies up with beef in feeding frenzies Crack open their skulls, use em as bowls, and then we leave em empty Cease to tempt me while you can still leave contently Don't you dare look under my bed, I promise that beast protects me I'm modest, atleast respect me. Not trying to be the best It's just that wack rappers are grown daily, we eat em fresh RLK is like the tribe of the lands Spitting spinach to decalcify your pineal glands It's Eden in which I progress, I'm now arriving as planned Me seeing you in rap's like a cook seeing disease in flesh Live by two rules, love everything and be depressed Cynical attributes are the only ones that we possess I'm on another level, so f** yourself and redirect You as dumb as cops thinking pot smokers need a rec To blow trees. Puffing on varieties of OG's Smoke pouring out of sniper trenches real low key Three bangs from the west hit your skull, see A life that isn't yours flash before your eyes slowly