VERSE 1:
Spit a free or beatbox, blowing off steam I agreed to detox, LSD in teapots spending that green so I need a week off, understand how we rock, stackin up bands from the grams I rerock, you can can the street drops, bro I got plans I’m a man not these flops, understand how we rock, need a fat tan on the sand a beach stop, got no plans so we stop, smoking up grams and the damn police stop, boost in the van like ‘please stop’ no chance rolling with my man from D dot, so we plan a restock, made it inland not a chance we’ll see cops
HOOK:
Now I’ve freed the lesser, see me roll through and I’m free of pressure, and see the treasure, get in front of me and I’ll teach a lesson
Gotta be excessive, if you’ve got a passion then you be obsessive, don’t you be depressive or deep in the mind where the greed and stress live
VERSE 2:
Change hands with the rocks in the middle, do my rain dance when I’m rockin a riddle, made plans with the top of the litter, now we shake hands with the props and the pillars, gained land coz I’m rockin it iller, lobster for dinner, knots in my socks and bitta top from bitter thot and I’m slottin it in her, and my new tape drops in a minute, better watch how you spit it, what? No he didn’t, hop and a scotch and I’m Inna box with the winners off of my chops from the liquor not gonna quit it watch how he drops I’m a spitter not just little dog with the rocks and the glimmer, if it sucks then I’ll bin it, flops are infinite, what in the f#ck is this rythmn, shot lyricism not really hot really is it? Thought it rocked but didn’t, not gonna listen, off with your drops when you hit em, lots of your writtens often are topped when I’m spitting hot with the lyrics off of the top when I spit it, got you locked in prison, shock spitting wizard, flops getting dropped in the skillet, stop spitters listen up here’s my shot at the biggest not a millimetre off got it locked in my vision, lots to invision probably gonna top a division, drops I deliver, getting it all hot to a simmer, shocked with a shiver probably got em socked in the liver, stuck in a mirror off of my guts on the syrup, f#ck I’m in Europe, stop man I don’t wanna hear it, stuck with the spirits smoking the dope just to clear it, f#ck this is wicked open and focused the nearest buzz to lyrics only could hope that you listen
HOOK:
Now I’ve freed the lesser, see me roll through and I’m free of pressure, and see the treasure, get in front of me and I’ll teach a lesson
Gotta be excessive, if you’ve got a passion then you be obsessive, don’t you be depressive or deep in the mind where the greed and stress live
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Local GP Lyrics – Detox