Special Root

[Inception]

Vice valley villains

Chilling while we thinking

To kill these little girls

Since I ain't really feeling em

Oh, then I say

Oh you're like the sun

Brining all the

Pain to me

When you come around

I hate my day

She told me

You're the perfect one

To just quit music

And keep on using dro

I told her

I will rock this microphone.. always

[Verse 1]

Fuck it

Kicking off my Adidas

Scribble out my halo

Watch my demons come forth from the screens

Solitary and I'm far from hitting jackpots in Vegas

Cop the pot and rotate in the stars

Cosmoses sentences giving ya mind some space

Painting up the basics of a mosaic industry

When you're rich in auras everything is the most important

Even when the world around starts crumbling

Grass fumbling

Doubling the light in my tunnel

Fire in the jungle

The night can't muzzles my trouble

I'm not colorful just burning with spite

Animal side going wild looking for the right appetite

Glass skies only seeing what's inside

Nothing ripe for me to slice

Nation wide we occupied

Thinking who could redo the typo

For all I know you could be blind throwing down twice gambling my life away

Don't trip on the ricochet by my wordplay

Rid your eyes of evil let your sight catalyze from my rhymes

Enlightening the blown out until I get a full count world wide

[Verse 2]

My mama told me to write a story before i die

Well here it is the shit that makes your hair stick up

The supply of a whip that only fits in my mind

Dipped into my third eye now they strict with it saying that I dream to big

No fast forward only rewinding in the worlds orders

Pause and try to find some help

Picked a pig quick to bring to home coming

Digged so deep I ended up choosing me

Weird how I can't find my self

No grip and the lust is still automatic

Love ain't happening

The double standard cinematic is channeled to nothing but static

My theory was to plug out. now I'm underground

Idiotic child raised around nothing but photographs and some kanye west

Mom meet me halfway there

Pop was the shot of the house I guess

No need to cry now I just move it to the side like italics

My balance always bold like over passes

Flow with some ink my gut

Spit on chords now I'll see who's about to hang up