B33-H1VE-M1ND

A year ago,

I was making zero dough,

Nearly broke

Mistakes that Ive made ,

Shit. i 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...

In real time...

R-rr-real time...

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,

(Chorus)

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..

Why cant we see...

That this ave we be,

On ,is a path that leads,

To catastrophe,

Blasphemy,

Laugh at me,

About the flat I keep,

Pointing out ,dont mean to be annoying now,

But it annoys me how,

The goyeem bow,

Down to the ground,

But when it goes down they won't be around ,

Fuckin crickets..

There won't be no sound

Ass...

A ...

Matter of fact...

Actually,

Thats a diffrent matter for snap,

Chat ,when they put me on blast... I blast right back,

Causin' faggots commercial flight crash,

Their hard ware 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,

& I won't just stop there

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

Let down your man bun , carrot top hair,

Even though our blue tooth does not pair,

I got 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...

Ive been in the in the lab developin' spiders,

immunity ,under scrutiny ,

usually ,

that held up to the virus,

& in the full moon ,they bloom ,

& their exo-skeletons, developin' elephant-tight-us,

That rains down from the kingdom of hell & your highness,

Got hina's that practice witch craft & supply us,

With all of the hearts desires,

but when it starts to expire ,

It arks smart meters that spark fire,

Thats why I call em smart fires...