greymatter

[Intro - Ralph Fiennes from The Menu] I have to beg of you one thing, it's just one Do not eat (Is he serious?) Taste, savor, relish Consider every morsel you place inside your mouth Be mindful, but do not eat Our menu is too precious for that [Verse 1] Foreign look like Ayam Cemani when wings open and close Cobra integument buffer between the pedal and toes Through residential I’m slithering with grey matter exposed The wind lend me sеrenity when it fit in the folds Mojo Jojo if tеmperature start to get a lil cold The heated seats throwing counter punches like Sugar Ray Leonard Florida boy so you feel the tropics as soon as you enter Turn it low, it’s provoking Van Noten denim to render Cook a steak on the fender Solo taught me to wait till it’s done to powder with pepper if I don’t want it to blacken The cuts imported, discreet escorted, don’t ask for the tracking Aroma tendrils envelop passerby drivers like kraken I’m in South Beach with granules between my toes like Tinactin Keep the ice out the water, the barracudas attacking The life I’m getting accustomed to just a product of stacking I ran out of excuses, I had to make something happen Break a backend at Nisei or Momotaro Sashimi otoro, chutoro, cleansing all of my sorrows The soy sauce only an option if flavor need to be borrowed Take chopstick and knock it down with no dip like Anthony Morrow from corner Instrumental adorner Producers send skeletons I just coat em with flesh I transport the skin grafts inside the Margiela mesh Leave out the laboratory I’m feeling refreshed I thrive under pressure, I come alive when my safety net either torn or evicted Back against wall turned me to something I never could’ve predicted Wouldn’t be surprised if my mom is in full control of my journey and how it’s scripted Every flow unencrypted, it’s open source on my schema, I welcome niggas to copy and paste I say this objectively, not an ounce of distaste Whole buncha Chrysler 300s tryna go wheel-to-wheel with a Wraith