Ink_Drops (instrumental by HUB)

What do you want from me  
Pick it up never caught up on my Z's
Flick it when I spit it like I let a ciggy fly  
In my city sky - No shitty vibes on my do or die flow  
 
Freak her up on it tho
On my Super sonic go  
Little do they know lifted gotta show it  
Watch me blow the whole bit
 
Heady on my sliding shit  
I found it quick..
Bout to smash shit I never quit
Moving on no counterfeit  
 
I admit my mind sick
I commit - remind me this  
No minor fit I find the finer thing
Finally I found the room to fucking breath
 
Two - seats  
You - me
Blast off  
Like NASA...  
 
Classy bitch still i pass her
See me on my pattern shit  
On my last one laughed a bit  
After it back in lab I'm crafting this
 
Censor this symbolist  
I think not
Reminiscence on ignorance
Exciting plot
 
Twist the knot - system down
I supply the hot bars  
Wicked spot i fuck around  
Find my head up in the stars
 
Hold up wait a minute so up in it
Is this art?
So attentive I won't miss it
Bring this start  
 
Wanna change a lot of things
I give this heart
Wanna hear the angels sing
Check the charts
 
Imma slaughter it
Like sonnets sit up on the modern tip
A prophet not too modest or a hypocrite
 
Never miss spit whit from mystic lips
Cryptic on my gifted shit  
Lifted on prolific hits
Mint with every sentence its  
 
Fucking crazy
I've been on my shit lately
Lay this one with the daisies

I'm out...