From the recording JOURNAL ENTRIES

Lyrics


Aight back with the real shit
Ain’t heard it
Since before I was born
And you ain’t gonna hear it for thirty more
I am never a bore
Play my shit your dreams, from the seams at your core
I got the real style, freestylie
Influenced by the irie, my flows are fire-y
The Big A all day my friends stick by me
But here we go, oops scoop a doop
And wants some more
I’m the real California boy
From outer space
Got impossible rhymes tied and laced
Yo but now you got me screaming
Love leakin from my veins like an oil spill, a seismic shrill, I’m green make energy chlorophyl
Miseducated Lauren hill
Shit!! I’m so Ill
Betta take the mic
Jump to the sky imma fly
I’m A mutha fuckin Samurai
Never die
Get tied up in rhythms
Exculpatory laboratory with knowledge climbing stories so high too high
Check it
History so wrong, about to wreck it
Cold cock
Non stop
Talk about change
Not talk
Check it
On lock
We don’t like the state but it don’t stop
Too many people deflecting
It’s kinda strange when we’re all part of the metric
It’s hectic
Complain about the system, we let it
Ain’t gonna change
Till we change
Check it

Aight back with the real shit
Ain’t heard it
Since before I was born
And you ain’t gonna hear it for thirty more
I am never a bore
Play my shit your dreams, from the seams at your core
I got the real style, freestylie
Influenced by the irie, my flows are fire-y
The Big J (a) all day my friends stick by me
But here we go, oops scoop a doop
And wants some more

Now it’s the time for obligatory
Triplet rhymes to get on the scene
No no you do not know me
what you got to do to get on the scene

Naw fuck that
I’m looking for time that skips and shit
Not time for musically illiterate
Could t give a shit about your xani shit your manic trip young dude needs a therapist
I’m here still winning
Run circle around you
Heads still spinning
Aight I’m over this shit don’t bore us
It’s time for the chorus