
Date of issue: 01.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chillin' |
Yeah, I’m chillin' |
Time killin', nice women |
Roll up the weed while my minds billing |
What a feelin' got us floating through the ceiling |
Flowin' through the ceiling |
I’m chillin', yeah, just time killin' |
Nice women, I feel like I’m spinnin' |
Roll up the weed while my minds be in |
What a feelin' got us |
Yo, yo |
I drop some science tryna build up an alliance |
Contemplating bout this place called zion |
I let my thoughts fly on |
The same piano you’d probably cry on |
Cause they ain’t on what I on I drink a Guiness for iron |
I got my eye on |
The top spot cause I am a giant |
And I’mma triumph |
To switch on your mind like an appliance |
Supply the clients |
They want the music like the violence |
Postin' them to the sirens |
Living under these tyrants |
(police siren) |
Too much shit been floating around |
That’s why it’s not long till I’m holding the crown |
Cause not too many of us rappers holding it down |
We just want some progression |
But they slowin' us, not me |
I take it 'round the solar |
Bet they didn’t know I travel so far |
See, the systems glitchin', we got the poles switchin' |
Losin' our religion, I can see the souls driftin' |
See, my division is visionary |
But the visions that I envision even are missionary |
Your minds in prison, I’m a prisoner to my spliff and Henny |
That’s the only way I escape you can use the telly |
I just need some Tribe Called Quest or some Makaveli |
Depending on the vibe I get, I can hit 'em hard or gently |
The bars are plenty, the stars are semi |
I keep goin' hard, don’t tempt me |
I’ll blast an empty, until then |
I’m dropping mathematics |
Equations that’ll leave your brain feeling static |
I was raised in an era where we move so erratic |
Drugs, shooting, stabbing |
Put 'em in a booth, and I been all for the loot |
See, I’ve been chasin' money since I linked up with the crew |
Dodging, evading the FEDs that have nothing else to do |
Still, I made it out to uni, now I’m back up in my mom’s yard |
Bedroom used to be the fucking trap when I was younger |
I wonder, what kind of spell I must’ve been under |
As I inhale and let my lungs swell up with the ganja |
Chasin' these funds, but these funds barely feed the hunger |
Tell the politician suck my -BEEP- |
I don’t give a? |
Run the brand, Russell Brand, revolution’s on demand |
Got this world in my hands as I jot down my plans |
I’m plottin' on grands, want that position of power |
Man of the hour, you can watch me grow like a flower |
Smoking the sour, watching all these MCs cower |
Shivering as I’m delivering and crown me the river king |
It’s either sink or swim |
Don’t know what kind of boat you think you in |
Me, I’m steerin' Noah’s Ark, I think I’m him |
Sent from devine, just to vent through these lines |
Adventures in time, I’m tryna make the future rewind |
See, we was mutually blind, until I opened up my eyes |
Now everybody knows my whereabouts |
It ain’t hard to find |
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