Yellow Chakra

[Intro: Heems] Yeah, yeah Manshu Lapgan [Verse 1: Heems] I said I hit the LIE in my old ass Lexus Reckless swervin' 'cross the seventeenth exit Connector Squad, Hollywood Heems the nexus Yo, that's a yellow chakra in my solar plexus One from mama, one from nani, two necklace At the gurdwara, Waheguru, please protect us They play my tunes in several rooms like two Alexas Yo, I'm a legend out in Sugarland, Texas Shawty talk her shit, said I act too pretentious Said I'm bacon egg and cheese for my breakfast I tell my peoplе how the census affects us Lifе is precious, the government neglect us Hemi the best, yo, I heard that's consensus Said I'm known across the world for my directness Used to drink 'til excess, 'til I remembered I'm the bestest I'm like a city during COVID, said my bars infectious [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] Yeah, uh, six Oh, it's that easy Hemi waddup Look, I was recording at the door set, I'm pouring up a portion I shot him in his leg so I wouldn't get the Porsche wet A little blood on the floor'll void the warranty I done made like a hundred and three this week, off a V, that's Verizon Stash in the trunk of the corner was surprising I got rich and we ain't seen 'em since (we ain't seen 'em since) Now the team lit, orderin' jeans out of Neiman's I'm standin' at the pot, whippin' remix I ain't had no rich parents or brother in the industry (no) My mama and shorty the only ones that was helpin' me (yup) Them ones and some iceberg had me feelin' like a Jesus (that's right) This .40 cal got some bark on it, but it's not a treat (woof) Before you walk up to my car, think about your seed You wanna see 'em growin', drop 'em off at soccer practice Take my advice and keep walkin' 'cause a lot can happen I'm just sayin' [Verse 3: Open Mike Eagle] Talkin' trash, it's pez dispensin' My head intact, but fez is missin' Don't get it twisted, leg submissions My personal hell is air conditioned My durag is front facin' Like cube glass in slum basements Huge ass dumb-dumb casings I'm Ted Long with holla hollas Headstrong in balaclavas From a long line of collar poppers I wish I'd met my father's father Damn it, Jim, I'm not a doctor It hurts when I bend it I either need a church or a clinic The worst cash register independent No nosebleeds from indecision No need, I've been committed Smoked trees during intermission I'm track three from "It Was Written"