Psykeclops - One For The Road lyrics

Hook (mr.blankslate): Feel the rhymes hit Psykeclops all up in it, b**h Don't get twisted We keep it live and we don't quit sh** We spit with sickness So just bare witness Hit this, hit or miss Get dissed on Christmas Open up a .gif And what the f** is this? Verse 1 (Psykeclops): Wipe my slate clean leave town Pulled over with a tail light out Slate knew the new route Out of the sticky situation He told me to play the song Patience The cops would never know we blazed it Eyes on his taser as he ‘proached behind my Wrangler Strangled on eminent danger A second later he's at my window with a pistol And a dismal looks official He rustled through the thistles and I heard his breath a little He said a little something ‘bout my license, registration “it's a good thing Patience was playin' on the station” Heart skipped a beat, but there was one already playin' Repeat Hook Verse 2 (Psykeclops): (one more for the road, right here, for the road…) Movin' away from my origins Hard to win, sweaty skin Overwhelmed rap veteran Fresh like Venison Battlin' just keep peddlin' Fat like Riley Henderson Better take my medicine ‘for I jettison out How? without a doubt Claustrophobia foamin' out my mouth As I make my way South And proceed to speed Call me quixotic: Dreams I believe A simple seed indeed, not a tree Ideology of freedom, that's me Run and your problems never cease Obtuse, obese like a feats on my beats The deceased will speak when I click my feet Leavin' home forever but I love these streets