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Still Still instilled

I go spelunking
fuck your function
I'll show up with 2 pounds of onions
for all these assholes
and I sit by the flask and I don't need no pull
unless it's rolled up tight
no oregano for a stormy night
ayo it's allright yo it's all wrong
I breathe inside of my own song
still want to pop still want to get it
I'm moving inside my own exquisite
froze to the point that these suckers won't visit
touch it one time homie and i hope that you’re with it
well if not well I keep my own sauce
middle finger to the boss let me throw on Molotov
‘cause they gon’ venture off, when I move it's never sloppy
step up a passion from a motherfucking hobby
we brew like an oak tree
yo notice me they still want to move this smooth
want to see inside of an avalanche no chance
still got my own rhythm and my own stance
because I'm heavy as an avalanche
Ayo Golden Girls word to blanch
I like freaks any way of the week
ones in yoga pants and butt cheeks
all about Butkus what’s this
moving inside of my own list
because it goes A to B, A to B, 1 to 3
I move with immaculate energy
because it can't be copied and my flows and sloppy
word to the rhythm and I still want to get
something inside my rhythm don't hit
still want to move inside of my own ship
just a pirate moving in a climate thats irate
everybody boost them but I'm not about illusions
still want to say that shit straight my gate
my Lord why they wanna hate on
a motherfucker with the rhythm that’s so on
so on point but I still rolled a joint
I move like Moses don't anoint
cause split red seas with a whole lot of empathy
no energy plus no enemy can ever really conquer me
I'm just a don’t be conquerer taking over goals Homie
everybody's moving but for me they all baloney
caused it's all synthetic and processed meats
when we meet its about organic beats
because I'm moving in a city where giant tent to meet
stepping over motherfuckers on the concrete
because it's heavy as a Chevy
its unrolled that’s the reason why its hotter
than the butter on your grandmothers buisicut roll
on sunday morning where you wake up yawning
we just been up on me
and we been up homie
cause space and time seems to bend up homie
when on the down but we moving on the ground
that’s the reason why you feel the vibration in the sound
heavy bass when they meet they own fate
they look surprised when I look in they eyes
because they never have to see never could they really tell
ayo we harder than a coffin nail
we just sit back and inhale and speak so well
that's the reason why we moving hella fresh and they stale
we tip the scales
I'm all about the rhythm let me read it in braille
because it's bounce every time that I get it every time
and I'm all about the rhythm let me get my lime
plus tekate nah you can keep that dog
I need a Lagunitas homie and I never miss my day job



yo we leaning like the Eiffel
I got another eyeful
I like the Eisley's
I like Donald Byrd
I like John coal train underneath summer rain
that's why I hijacked the rhythm like Jesse James
I got my own angst homie and my own tanks
make us up to take a long walk off a short plank
to the goddess got to give ranks
about the rhythm inside of a shark tank
I breath with these vipers moving in the night
they like David Hasselhoff some nights i got

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from Strait II Tape, released March 25, 2020

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