Map of Foreign Lands
Exmag, Branx, Kianu
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Zeta makes beat like a monster
Then I come in witha da feet like we conjura
Beats from the bottom
Street keenwana
Least say you hottest
Key the masters mashin' smashin'
Didn't think so
Psyche like a nigga that 'ill blink slow
When eyes run like water gotta sink flow
Straight gas'd up like we psycho
Platinum kush call us Cisco
Get up in the way in witha' air just feel ya 'j'
Imma feel da day
Imma feel a baked with them killa flakes
I'm on the ceiling just feelin' baked
Jus feel today
Traila blaze
Shall I chill the pace. No.
Mark can do bidible. Pinnacle. Under one liberal. Visual. Smoke in so lung it's residual. Sayin' you in the mood.
For the center groove.
Smooth sign like jiffy lube.
I should stop it'll hit me soon
But we goin' like
Man these killers need the stop that ish that ain't shwazzy
Man these spittas all seem sick cause i'm waving
Caught three nicks and the tough choice my ladies
If they ain't seem addicted then my mistake my ladies
The last sinful prince you feel me
Women call me papa king
The big dog open doors and there's no copy king
But I'm not the one and only
Just the soulful homie
An African priest
An Austrian king
You do voodoo but I am a meta-physical wizard
Like Moses mosian strong approach
Lunstill any winter
I'm the type of guy that wins reality with my fingertips
Snorted good money and place of "OOh" and lingersnip
Party on coke it electrifies your decrepit side
Have friends of mine to upset da vibe
Don't blow up like a mine
Take action like a mime
Using the sound of a chime
What's your windflow
Blowing hella dope out the window
64 Nintendo
90's style rapping trapping back here with my kinfolk
Yeah
Get Money
(What)
Get Money
(Music be like)
Man these killers need the stop that ish that ain't shwazzy
Man these spittas all seem sick cause i'm waving
Caught three nicks and the tough choice my ladies
If they ain't seem addicted then my mistake my ladies