Текст atlas – killa.

I think I was abducted by an alien mothership
And they zapped my brain til my skull barely could cover it
When I brew a verses spew you grabbed that cauldron with an oven mit
Hands around that mic is wrapped tighter than a lover’s grip
Gone, do you remember the kid who pawned his wisdom
My mind’s gone as quick as G harm provisions
Plus I’m narcissistic with gnarly kickflips
My life partly ripped like bong emissions
And I do work like laundry and dishes
Approached with a smile now I’m fond of your misses
Turned a bitch to a mistress, like lint to a business
This prick with some riches will evict you from livin’
It’s the smart kid who plays dumb to spark friendship
Kinfolk riddle with addiction and a medicine to fiction
Severin’ my wisdom just to benefit an image
And I’m slippin into circles to eviscerate the scrimmage
Not a savior, a biblical legend, just a
Kid with a dream who’s giving history lessons
Missed me with weapons
The only thing I battle with is crafty with
Trapped in a labyrinth, slept on like lazarus
Messed on, no doubt, kick it like roadhouse
Y’all talk shit I don’t even victor with a broke mouth
Blowin’ up sticky like I’m mashin’ on the shift key
Tell ya misses that I’m sorry if she actually missed me
Average joe run your mornin’ like Mike or Brzezinski

That new cast of futuristic type of Davinci
With that boom bat
Man I might, mind if you sent me
Leave your face blood red like we’re fightin and sensai
Bright as a pixie
All I talk shit and swight scriller
I’m Conrad Murray the fuckin’ mic killer, I’m iller