In -R3AL -T1M3

A year ago,

I was making zero dough,

Mistakes that Ive made left me nearly choked,

Unless youre severely woke,

You won't comprehend or hear my joke,

at my wits end with these peeps livin' in fear of rope,

That isnt really here ,but know,

You can call me skipper as i steer this boat,

Through the nearest ocean,

Lookin' through my scopes when,

I notice the wide open,

Horizon line floatin',

You realize your real eyes see real lines,

Not Theoretically, but incredibly, in real time,

Incredibly...c-c-credibly...

In real time...

R-rr-real time...

( Vesre)

Now that my skills refined,

Itself & ,kills the mike,

When I step on stage im still with fright,

Till I let my rage out the cage & spillin' pills & pipes,

From the break of dawn til the early light,

Speak on flat earth & you surely might,

Get a Karen swearin' on a Bible, bout the curvature line,

She's either sure to be blind or workin' with a psychotic certified mind,

If its the ladder, be sure to refer to the crime,

Speakin' of conservatives ,try..

To read between the lines ,I can assure you they lie..

Would it be unsafe to assume that everything that comes out their mouth is designed,

By a queen bee hive mind,

( Cresendo)

I feel like im 3rd eye down about 3 doors blind..

Be more kind,

We need more light....

In this flat world where the sea shores right,

At your feet ,

Keep coming back for cheap,

It works if you work it, baby got back for weeks....

Asssss...

A ...

Matter of fact...

Actually,

Thats a diffrent matter for snap,

Chat ,when they put me on blast I blast em' right back,

Causin' faggots to crash,

Their heard wear into your software,

Leaving you scarred & only able to sit on a soft chair,,

Been goin' off ,there...

More often then not ,i do not care,

As long as I have enough pot ,swear...

To god ill smoke the whole crop bare,

To all my dogs who's thoughts are non stop that its not fair,

Let down your man bun & your carrot top there,

Even though our blue tooth does not pair,

Im got where....

I got to where I am today by breathin all this Carrabean pot air,

Try to put my thoughts square,

In the middle of the block on the hot chair,

We won the war but the battle was lost there...

(Bridge)

Ive been in the in the lab developin' spiders,

That are amune to the virus,

& in the full moon ,they bloom ,

Into elephantitous,

That have helped with the fires,

& left on a shelf all their selfish desires,

I cant help it ,im wired,

To spell shit out & tell you in writin',

Show you how to make a chem buster...

...but sir.....

I cant sell you ....

Sell you the lightning...

S-s-sell you the lightning,

A year ago,

I was making zero dough,

Mistakes that Ive made left me nearly choked,

Unless youre severely woke,

You won't comprehend or hear my joke,

at my wits end with these peeps livin' in fear of rope,

That isnt really here ,but know,

You can call me skipper as i steer this boat,

Through the nearest ocean,

Lookin' through my scopes when,

I notice ..the wide open,

Horizon ...line floatin',