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]