They know it’s Lone cuz he surrounded in mist
The mythic legend, flipping treasures, sprinkle grab in the spliff
The cliffs edge seem steeper on the edge of that bitch
My levitation lessons paid off, ascend to these hymns
Immensely devoted, try to write raps so that you know I wrote it
Overquote it, do what you gotta do to get over homie
Stole the key and fixed that shit inside a boulder homie
No one gon find it, they might try it, but we both know it’s hopeless
The mountain peak got a certain gleam to it
The skyline pink, every other dream lucid
Be stupid if you want, but I know you know the truth kid
Loose leaf paper getting lit up in this booth, bitch
It’s been your move for 10 minutes
You just gon sit in front of the board, or you finally gon try to win this?
My whole life been spittin it independent
Figured out a way to bend my biggest dreams into writtens
Roll piff inside the Bible, Lone blitzed upon arrival
Pulpits up on the altar deciding who’s a disciple
Fuck survival
I’m tryna get to the finals, not the trial
Turn the dial up all the way, this wave tidal
Hitting all ya vitals, send you in a spiral, instincts is primal
Just think and get in sync wit rivals
Drink vials of elixir, mix the liquid wit cryogenic methods of preservation so they sink in the bayou
Bitch
Thru all these drives and rides and smoke clouds
I wrote down each step of the journey and told crowds
We don’t know shit about this world we in
The earth it spin, but what is really happening?
You better make your moves without thinking
You gonna waste time contemplating about every decision
But what the fuck does Lone know anyway
I’m just a mere mortal seeking peace and reaching for space
Bitch
They know it’s Lync cuz he surrounded in smoke
The potions slowly start to kick in, mixed it up in the coke
The Trench coat black, so at night it look like a cloak
Been exposing all these posers tryna act like the goat
Intensely I wrote it, try to write raps so that you know I’m golden
Mold a coldish flow in motion picture form, I'm bout to show it
Roll the weed and put that shit inside a stogie homie
Police won’t try us, and if they do, shit I’ll light the bogey
The Newport lit, my new fort lit
Ya crew ain’t on shit, you too gone bitch
Just move on bitch
The booth ignite in fire when I step in the mix
The truth never gone show itself to a liar, so be legit
You better make your moves without thinking
You gonna waste time contemplating about every decision
But what the fuck do I know anyway
I’m just a mere mortal seeking truth so we could be saved
Thru all these drives and rides and smoke clouds
I wrote down each step of the journey and told crowds
We don’t know shit about this world we in
The earth it spin, but what is really happening?
You better make your moves without thinking
You gonna waste time contemplating about every decision
But what the fuck does Lone know anyway
I’m just a mere mortal seeking peace and reaching for space
Bitch
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This tape could be amazing. The beats are fuckin’ dope & set an overall mood for the tape thats just ill. Then there’s the vocals which for fuck knows why sound like shit. Its nothing to do w/ the bars, dude is actually real nice on the mic & murders all his verses like a LEGIT MC that raps his ass off. But he sounds like Mach-Hommy rapping wearing a bandana/scarf, but way worse. Vocals either recorded or mixed better would make this a classic real talk. Shit is just a lil’ too muffled sou HTOWNMVRDER’DOVT84’Z
