Til Blast Thousand and Five

No matter how you stay or what cha do
When I'm ripping, I'd rather be spitting with you
Fuck these other lames, I'll be right by your side
Till Blast - thousand and five, hold on to it

Hold on to it; It was straight just a day ago
My flow went from 88 miles per hour to where’s the Eifel tower
Spasm into the outro from the introduction of the president
This is how I conduct it when you can’t even corrupt it
You reluctant to see how I get it in when it wasn’t even a internet celeb
Speak through it like the end is near when I’m hear just drinking a beer
You asking how I move through the struggle with no leg muscle
I hustle from dusk til dawn busting out flows on blocks
Like I am mowing lawns from the bricks
I kick no rocks in my travels from the stops
Pit stopping all day never going away like Colbane and school daze
I roast heat rocks over propane infused with how I school newbies
Do ya want a cookie for your medals?
Get haggled down to the lunatic fringe
Split cha wages in pages you ain’t flaming on
You heat is lower than a dead BIC lighter
You only get tighter when you keep pushing your limits
Never use gimmicks to mimic what cha want outta life
You can even get persistent when I insist on battling
Rattling cages shark baiting when I ain’t even stating my address yet
I demonic when I’m a stranger in danger
Hang ears from the manger
If what cha doesn’t kill ya
It only makes you stranger
Get derange you
Pieces to the puzzle get muffled by the sound of the horns
Cash it in like corn, you ain’t born on a Monday
Never had to rise like the ante meridiem on a Sunday
So you asking when I’m preforming at the Lost Horizon
When they contact me like an NPC in video-game