Swimteam Rastas Step Brothers

[Part 1]

[Evidence]
Yo, could it be I stayed away too long?
Lighting up to Cypress Hill, I was the side of the bong
Catching arthritis, my pen was the heaviest
Bars trapped in a cell, run on sentences
Cleanse my readiness, my pencil is deep
I might erase every beat until it sends me to sleep
Send for the heat without relational guns
Send for weed drinking Jamaican rum
I only run between the moon and New York City
With a crew that get busy like Bizzie be winning
In the night, still pitching like I’m in the first inning
Curve spinning, these curtains, I swerve in it
Disturbing images, I cover the scent
Another visual I mask and still never repent
Event the tide from the pull of the moon
From where I currently reside where it's currently June
I kinda worry how my currency views
Kind of murder, don’t mind if I do

[Hook: The Alchemist]
My grandma and your grandma sitting by the fire
My grandma told your grandma, "I'm gonna set your will on fire"
Talking 'bout hey now