Next Dimension
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Yo, yo
No breaks, no curfew
Came up on some spit 'til they heard you
Sleeping in my workboots
Never felt funny like the first truth
Reaper gets the last, not the first juice
The spill like the smoke from my first suit
Laughed and I giggled with my first troops
Now it's deadly serious appearing to be hurt proof
Take the batteries out, the clock still ticks
Like the ghost they referred to
They felt my presence on the real like a horror flick
Never fucked with politics
Rich man seem to see the future, that's the prophet shit
See them swim when they drop a brick
Chop it up to lots of bits
Beats 9 to 5 in the offices
Classic albums, great adventures
Aim to be inventive until I spit my dentures
Relentless, or they gon' leave you on the benches
You're waiting for your turn but you
Just on the side like the 50 pences
I was fresh like I just brushed
But I was dressed like I just rushed
Stressed like it's never ending
Words sharp enough to sever tendons
Shit, when I'm being honest, don't get defensive
I fly around inside the next dimension
Stay focused on next adventures
Stay alert to protect your senses
I notice when they're buzzing like electric fences
The paranoia's overactive, overacting
I saw them get so dramatic
This is all hard work after a load of planning
But in a jam you know that people have been known to vanish
Just a couple steps further down the road to madness
And they're pushing buttons trying to fuck with you
Take it for a joke but I'm feeling unamused
'Cause it's really nothing new
A situation that we should have seen was coming soon
Yeah I'm running, being chased through this morbid weather
Speaking war, stuck in convos with a fortune teller
I wore my heart on my sleeve but it tore my sweater
I think I could walk forever
Thought of no rewards for a tortured bredda
Never knew my worth, yeah
Another day, another peanut
Another maze, another tree cut
Bittersweet fading as I drain it from the teacup
Yo, I'm standing on a pallet platform with cold blood
But still I know my habitat's warm
I show love, tell you that you're manning that storm
Seeing Rise, undefeated, yeah the manna clap form
It's Shabdulla, used to bump clash through the phone speaker
Flicking ash into a box, eating cold pizza
I win it all and give the diamonds to a road sweeper
We run it all with no breather, skate greener
My head splattered like Kurt, floral pattern on the shirt
Crash landed on the earth, man I curse but I never pray
Wake up, I get a verse for it every day
You ain't got it anyway, I ain't tryna write better
It's whatever fam, Method Man, no lemon
Smoking wedding, man I'm tryna say less
LS, Slay West, LXXL on the polo
Finessing on my dolo, shotting clothes in Soho
Jack Jets next to Burst with the special verse
Killing rats like pest expert
All these vets get murked
You're a dick like every Tom and Harry
I leave you both covered in blood like Tommy Ross and Carrie
No ball but I ball though, designer in my wardrobe
Got the horse with the horse on the polo like Porsche clothes
Only the lord knows
Burst, yeah I'm turning up for nothing like award shows