
Date of issue: 18.07.2013
Record label: RPM MSC
Song language: English
6th Sense |
Dreaming of things that two eyes can never see |
Consciousness future levels that he never did |
Imagine fathomable, but the story only brings |
An unimaginable trinity to a king |
Who traded the adversities of sin |
So he could transcend to a gloriful place |
He loved the beneficial fruit, so plentiful in taste |
And rid superficial delusions of a human race (Race) |
Visions of that world is what keeps the strong alive |
But I’m immortal, so my soul’s never afraid to die |
A young pharaoh walking amongst these human lives |
Consciousness is higher, reaching and grabbing my desires |
The elevated saint creating with his third eye |
Woke up out of a dream covered in gold like a wristwatch |
Now watch as I masterfully steal the top spot |
I pop like a killer waiting on your doorstop |
No straps, cause my heart equipped, nigga for combat |
No rats, finest in my clip, we reinforce that |
Boss stats, we on our way back we 'bout to change rap |
Face punt any nigga in our way so keep back |
The soon debated greatest spitting shit that nigga craving |
Sixth sense, meditated it all a nigga need to make it, soul go |
Three smoke, burning sour diesel |
We float like a fairy out a fucking fable |
Or a ghost, all a nigga missing is his halo |
Same flow, don’t you niggas think it’s time to switch it up |
Pesos, keep you niggas grindin' like some lame goats |
You lame goats (No hope) |
Sixth sense, nigga, why you talkin' you hopeless |
And if you only use five you soulless |
Me and my niggas out a scene from out your dreams |
Showin' niggas life (?) never would’ve seen |
Woke up in a cemetary full of martians |
Body carved and cut up like I was spartan |
Apart from the rays that band music played |
Hey, rain on the farm for four days |
Caged in like a human-headed lion |
On the sands of Egypt, I pledge allegiance |
To 40 ounces, ballrooms, and short blouses |
Stare in that mirror, now watch me get aroused quick |
Low as the mountain, high as the ground is |
My mind is on some upside-down shit |
Irises showing me how powerful the mind is |
Your highness is sharin' pictures with a talking lioness |
Beside us, please, is a frying freeze |
In a planet like ours where the liars lead us |
You came here tonight crying to be dusk |
Fuss, grab a knife, fuck life |
The slut’s pray go deeper than nuns say |
Front row to the streets, gun play |
Who is to say one is and one’s not |
The rock lives, the Glock gives just one shot, pop! |
Now you’re alive free from all the lies |
Who knew our dreams would be the afterlife |
Grab the rifle, shootin' at stars is so delightful |
Rippin' out hearts, no one likes it like I do |
I do whatever it takes to get the title |
Of one, we’ll jack it in the sun, son |
You know the devil only when you become one |
Kush cloud, now all I need is rum fun |
Hot stoves, grenades, and sun shades |
My life is abstract, Picassos and potholes |
Not knowin' they soul showed through glows |
I overlap these cons, replacin' them with pros, yo |
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