Lyrics

I stroll into the summer as the blunders and bleeps increase the need for sensational speech. Each time the beat climbs
I unwind my neck so the chords can come correct with the text
bless on the collage sound
dodge ball with bricks, plucking my veins for the fix
It's a strange way to live, confined to the crib
eating beat meals with a bib
I live to give good sounding syllables
ill quote refillables
smooth verse construction
form verses function and doing this justice
nine out of ten pens tend to comprehend
and that's why I'm in with lickity split raps
gram cracker head smacks, talk into the next turn
smokin' on the mic words
I word the absurd, quickly
with the justice cream.