DESCRIPTION:
OFF THE UPCOMING MIXTAPE, MIME OVER MANTRA VOL. 1 (COMING IN JULY)
NUFF CREDIT TO SHAH-IZ (IZZZY!) FOR THE ENGINEERING
BIG LOVE AND RESPECT TO THE CREW AT XYAYX MUSIC PRODUCTION FOR STUDIO USE

LYRICS BELOW

Bout to go out back to the down under
Where the grounds under
Full of broken roos
And railroads where the browns hunted
But I'm Kunta proof
Sankofa couth
This underground envelopes as they look for the nigga clues
Pop Media fairies can't compensate me for the wisdom tooth

My kente's stitched quite aplenty
Verses I cook quite al dente
So many blown away with noodles oozing
The strain-ER- would lose em
In padded booths and
Straightjackets mental fractures SO Confusing but there's translucence

Double entendre, what you call asylum
booth are for my amusement
Where I get superman un-suited
Getting calls like I was doing some drug snooping
Wazo, please take, double take,
Seize your identity LIKE Orlando jones-ing on the boy griffon
Or illegas to these pilgrims, cowboys bordering al--e--uns
Tacky laws and cinema(ans)
Segway? Ok....well cinemons the winner man
Where the apple located in your throat where your just got jacked red green flemminin

Was it the bars that got ya face like
cause ima lost for words imma quote that ear bar banging kit Kat verse
Whether your hoarse or herbed
Your vocal cords burst, but I cant hear you better call the hearse
I mean nurse, he needs attention
But heads up, my heads up, Wazo's first

Give her concussion, money for the bussing
Aint talking metropolitan
Im talking clean this surface when im done gobbilin
Need rags when im dining in
Hold the a muffin, apple bottom denim-in whining in
No fruit just cake still bobbining
No carnival save freaks frolicking
Fro sho there be lick and I and gin
when get wasted throw up condom and
Condiments for conno-logging-in
On 42 bars been a dirk now-ing
Ya''ll waiting for the part where the hook comes in
Guess I'm heartless- well it's my kingdom (So much Segway where was I again

Chorus
With braggado in my verses
Women violence riches
Internet thuggin disses
Punch line power line distance
You can see where this leads
Waste of weed and visions
Meta-simile hyp in
And endless I'm the shit reference
Writing vices of no quality
Sometimes when I rhyme, I cosign on a dime on what will make money, owww
Sublime writing comes with peace of mind
But Tzu me my Sun, I war with world play, I'm getting writers block!

Chock up or choked up
frame of lift off
Get your kicks off
under arm Stench of those who Hammers hit soft
your gonna flea if you get me ticked off
say, say? If I may parry
Those verbal jabs
where are we going with this?
I am remiss when cutting on your ass
And with timbre getting fast
Decibels rise
Those methods intertwined with your banter
Makes it sound what you say is fly
Oh my oh my, if ain't the butter
I believe that you're full of margarine
your soft ish Looks harder than
ever

You're as real as pleather
Organic as bleached wheat flour
bodega sour hours
blue pill boners sandwiched by silicone towers
Diabetic alcoholic cancer stick donor
try to be Raphael-ing surface Dwelling credit owing baller
Spontaneous as a shock clock shot caller
Got your patton on I should call u Paula
As infamous as an upstanding loner
Back to the onus
so meticulous got verse quotas
Rappers hold on to their best verses
My feng shi compensates for their hoarding
Overhauling search engines
Pressure cooking the birdies
Brought wicca to the wiki
gonna Be viral when I'm in the industry
Alas by the time that youve heard of me
It'll be cause I sowed the seeds
Intricately, wearing green
weed high, radius wide, everlasting
#Chorus#