
CHAKRAS Kill Bill: The Rapper (Ft. Rav)
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[Sample]
This is the head of a pin magnified 100 times
What you see now is 200 micrograms of LSD
Now we can barely see that with the naked eye
This much LSD would kill plenty of people
[Intro]
LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD
(x2)
[Chorus]
Smokin' on that loud pack
Fuck around and Imma do what Imma do
What you know about that?
What you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?
Got 'cid on my tongue, thick piff in my lung, I'm 'bout to blow my mind
Got 'cid on my tongue, thick bitch from the jump, I cannot close my eyes
[Verse 1: Rav]
Daffodil iris, sealed eyelids, feel quite lit, keef diamonds
Speakers still bumpin' that three times six
Always need my fix just to feel like this
Chill like bliss, real highness
Ill type spliff with a real tight grip
Girl scout cookies, that's still my shit
They appeal quite quick and conceal my id
Kid, yup, this is why I stay quiet
Try and enjoy my most private of thoughts
And fuck joy, I defy to define it
Stay high on the finest
Pull a blindfold on my misery
Middle fingers up, and their both for the industry
Never have I ever sold my soul to the enemy
Absolving self of deficit through fraudulent symphonies
This is the head of a pin magnified 100 times
What you see now is 200 micrograms of LSD
Now we can barely see that with the naked eye
This much LSD would kill plenty of people
[Intro]
LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD
(x2)
[Chorus]
Smokin' on that loud pack
Fuck around and Imma do what Imma do
What you know about that?
What you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?
Got 'cid on my tongue, thick piff in my lung, I'm 'bout to blow my mind
Got 'cid on my tongue, thick bitch from the jump, I cannot close my eyes
[Verse 1: Rav]
Daffodil iris, sealed eyelids, feel quite lit, keef diamonds
Speakers still bumpin' that three times six
Always need my fix just to feel like this
Chill like bliss, real highness
Ill type spliff with a real tight grip
Girl scout cookies, that's still my shit
They appeal quite quick and conceal my id
Kid, yup, this is why I stay quiet
Try and enjoy my most private of thoughts
And fuck joy, I defy to define it
Stay high on the finest
Pull a blindfold on my misery
Middle fingers up, and their both for the industry
Never have I ever sold my soul to the enemy
Absolving self of deficit through fraudulent symphonies
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