TaeKwxnDoSleepOver

[Verse] Nigga I still make wave even when I'm about to wade whenever the high fades Next Vice to the face to transcend to a higher plane Purple haze for inspiration Channel Hendrix's elation And maybe the Layman's brood on the occasion Though it's hard to sleep when your soul is awakened And it gets hard to keep being complacent while your fate awaits you Third pupil dilated, black as coma Articles rancid aroma Adco-Tussend in my soda Renaissance children, they don't know us 'til we sipping and tripping pillaging foes homes through skills honed from chrome masks With three eyes half-closed But this pen-game bloodclot robust, innit Triple distilled Thoughts of ill will spilled against the industry niggas who quick to claim trill with nill spirit invested With vocals and instruments acting on playlists like medicine While I conduit my seed down the gullets of critics when they request it Guess it's only right for a villain to kill it, bitch [Outro]