Lyrics Meditation - MZ Boom Bap, Ryler Smith

Meditation

Chop a rapper if he ain’t break his neck
Call the ref
Im effing these regulations
When on my set
The young adept
Who never adapts
Coming correct
Now bring it back
Indica weed keep me intact
Put on the map
My city, my continent
For my confidants
For my conglemerates
Associates, my pops and moms
Slipping no confidence
Renaissance of the taurus
Dont fuck around
When coming on the chorus
I come in loud
Steady, closed eye meditation
Bust the technique when its on
I feel the must
Yah, rushing in it with a patience
In this realm I do belong
My nigga just, rrraah
Heavy focus meditation
Bust the technique when its on
I feel the must
Yah.
To rush right in with impatience
My nerves I gotta keep em calm
Its how it is
Fucked up like snorting crack
Touch it down like Quarterback
I waste yo whole album with one verse on a shorter track
Got my supporter’s back
And know they got mine
We shut it down
Exposing phony macks who sour like wine
Power of mind
I never hit brakes
That feels unnatural
Discs burning hot fire outta the canal
I channel my foul thoughts
Never endorse doubts
All sorts, of various fake types
In this sauce now
Steady
Closed eye meditation
Bust the technique when its on
I feel the must
Yah, rushing in it with a patience
In this realm I do belong
My nigga just
(RRAAHH)
Heavy focus meditation
Bust the technique when its on
I feel the must
Yuh.
To rush right in with impatience
My nerves I gotta keep em calm
It’s how it is
Dibs Yuh
Flipping the cards up
Written my testament
I feel that a part of me
May be driven by marihuana
In my armor
I meditate
I smell the endo yuh
It get calm to you dropping to zero temperature
I bust my chi on spot
When niggas screech
Ain’t selling rocks, but limited vinyls
Tapes and CD’s
Now we taking speed
On run ways to tel aviv
My cherrie bella got no weave
Cause we keep it real with the steez
My nigga please
Steady
Closed eye meditation
Bust the technique when its on
I feel the must
Yah, rushing in it with a patience
In this realm I do belong
My nigga just
(RRAAHH)
Heavy focus meditation
Bust the technique when its on
I feel the must
Yuh.
To rush right in with impatience
My nerves I gotta keep em calm
It’s how it is
This for my g’s and g’sisses
Fuck phony bitches and niggas who
Think they own the world
Cause they know some glitches
Back in the business
We diggin up cracks and niches
Scratching ditches for the rugged
That you fuck with
When you itch to play listen
Up on a mission
To deliver the illest feel
Real abyss material
Spilling it on the reel
It getting sealed
So fuck it up or get killed
In a rap game
Where any new nigga can cop a field
Getting green like copper roof build
We gotta move hills
For cooperation starts decreasing
Until its reaching a still
Now nigga chill
Dont be jealous or catch a feel
I do it for the love
Cause selling free tracks won’t scratch a meal
Now let it heal
Steady
Closed eye meditation
Bust the technique when its on
I feel the must
Yah, rushing in it with a patience
In this realm I do belong
My nigga just
(RRAAHH)
Heavy focus meditation
Bust the technique when its on
I feel the must
Yuh.
To rush right in with impatience
My nerves I gotta keep em calm
It’s how it is
How it is
In the 17 to the 18
How we live
How we dig