The Almighty SORS - Sessions lyrics

[Verse 1: Coo Weight] I could sound like Wiz I could sound like Cudi I could sound like Drake I could sound like money I been doing this sh** now for way too long Motherf**er ever ask why ain't you on? Well that's my life I hear that though Play a couple tracks n***as hear that though Smoke a lot of weed pour a couple drinks up Keep it real light its whatever you can think up Send the chain letters out everybody link up Everybody link up Pens and pads drinks in gla** Weed and hash is that flashy pa** If I unmask the ma** for that asthma THC for that plasma Jellybeans for the Scattergories Different category get the allegory Said I need another one shorty pour it for me Make it happen fast before it all gets boring Eat a couple Z's I ain't talking snoring I ain't talking snoring I'm far out Hardly ever rap but Im bar'd out Choice in my chest with the SORS We are all the chatter and the black matter [Verse 2: Rell Marlee] I may sound old school but I sound like the next Generation of lyricist that command your respect Rebel soldiers that are colder than an eskimo's neck Check the method we reckless like adolescents gripping techs We the best No Khaled just kindly fall back and savor rap at its finest Timeless music for the soul feed your mind with a flow That Biggie Smalls would smile for you know? My creed scum and we swing like Apollo One hit feel like it came from a Tahoe Speeding down the highway with a bunch of high hoes Why the 'Mighty SORS sick sh** only god knows God Flow But I ain't 'Ye I burn trees everyday An arsonist for ganja b**h I toke a jay then proceed to float away Clear my mind of the haters who be tryna' throw mad dirt a brother way [Verse 3: ProtoJay] I can sound like Nas I can sound like X Tryna' be on the radio getting funk flex bombs But that means I gotta change what I feel lyrically Yea they cheering for him but am I really feeling me Tours from DR to Italy Sipping champaign with a broad from sicily Living good but my soul id knocking on my chest Cavity oh so lividly What the f**, is it worth it Meaning pride for the fame get a bigger name just to go insane Nose full of cane do a buck in the fast lane Praying for no pain really mane? I dont think so shao khan wen its combat Flyer than a lu kang bicycle kick Time on the wrist running like usain bolt Too quick rap game needs an olympic [Verse 4: Lord Smidrin] I can sound like big l I can sound like luda Unmasked shooter of corrupt politic rulers 8th of boomers Smoke fusha I'm ny like 60 by carton and boomer Since I got mom womb they put me in a tomb but I ain't dead yet My weed match the costume of Bret Like lebron I've done took too many steps My ho's like Spanish hair Wild and wet Ass phat in that super dry Supa fly Holy cross blunt lets get crucified Music ain't been the same since Michael died Rap ain't been the same since big l died A few tried to keep it alive No mean to boast but the true savior is I Title match smidrin vs the pyramid eye The winner is the last man standing alive