[Intro]
Scientists determined that dark matter should have a speed of 54 meters per second
Or 177 feet
Sometimes it can seem faster than the speed of light
[Verse 1: King Iso]
Aye you ever had it then when you was brackin' when they stacking
Nothing happened and you killing 'em
Your energy was all the way together
You ain't even got a problem and don't mention 'em
I'm talking way too good to be feeling what you feeling so the paranoia really comes
Then the negativity come out of nowhere and it hit you and fuck up your equilibrium
Take a shot of my gin and then
Maybe buy me a lithium
Taking time like an interim
Aiming hollow and it enter them
Baby I'ma get rid of them
Satan gotta be sinning them
Maybe not but the feelings of dead gotta be synonyms
Simpletons
Crazy how niggas really dumb
Or what's good and when life sweeter than Cinnabon
Demons it could be eight or nine then there's ten of 'em
Dark matter's approaching this place and time, I continue 'em
I can hear the Devil saying "Is it dim enough?"
Out of nowhere like he don't fit enough
My day was going really good, here this nigga come
In a millisecond maybe, that was quick as fuck
I assemble a riot [we're with the hymns to bump]?
Pinning him down with my pigs and with the pen I'm done
Led astray like you order the salad when my pencil comes
Lyrically I'm coming out swinging like a pendulum
Sit up in my car and let the engine run
Fifty-one, fifty, after one-fifty-one
I can meditate and wait until the feeling' done
Or get to gassing on you niggas like a hit and run
Scientists determined that dark matter should have a speed of 54 meters per second
Or 177 feet
Sometimes it can seem faster than the speed of light
[Verse 1: King Iso]
Aye you ever had it then when you was brackin' when they stacking
Nothing happened and you killing 'em
Your energy was all the way together
You ain't even got a problem and don't mention 'em
I'm talking way too good to be feeling what you feeling so the paranoia really comes
Then the negativity come out of nowhere and it hit you and fuck up your equilibrium
Take a shot of my gin and then
Maybe buy me a lithium
Taking time like an interim
Aiming hollow and it enter them
Baby I'ma get rid of them
Satan gotta be sinning them
Maybe not but the feelings of dead gotta be synonyms
Simpletons
Crazy how niggas really dumb
Or what's good and when life sweeter than Cinnabon
Demons it could be eight or nine then there's ten of 'em
Dark matter's approaching this place and time, I continue 'em
I can hear the Devil saying "Is it dim enough?"
Out of nowhere like he don't fit enough
My day was going really good, here this nigga come
In a millisecond maybe, that was quick as fuck
I assemble a riot [we're with the hymns to bump]?
Pinning him down with my pigs and with the pen I'm done
Led astray like you order the salad when my pencil comes
Lyrically I'm coming out swinging like a pendulum
Sit up in my car and let the engine run
Fifty-one, fifty, after one-fifty-one
I can meditate and wait until the feeling' done
Or get to gassing on you niggas like a hit and run
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