Still (Remix) (Feat. Hustle) Lomo (Ft. HU$TLE)

(Lomo)

Sittin' back, chillin', as I fuckin' spit
Mixin' tracks, thrillin', that's my stunnin' gift
Spittin' fast, drillin' raps, rhymes comin' quick
Gettin' stacks, buildin' as time's runnin' bitch
I'm easin' brains with each each insane rhyme my playful
Mind writes, dreams and pain make lines fatal
I grind and don't need a cane, cause I'm able
To reach the game and keep the same design, change'll

Make me slow, just know, I don't go slower
Than planes, I grow until no man's over
I won't blow nothin', unless it's my composure
Or minds, I show emotion like a loner
I'm just a stoner who lives puffin' weed at night
Never sober, I want this dream and write
'til my motor dies and stops bustin' heat in mics
But I'm solar powered, nothin' beats my fight

I'm the one in the chamber, just waitin to be shot
These haters ain't tamers, I'm breakin through these locks
Gettin' greater, as they hatin', do we stop?
We rap 'til we major, makin tunes, each hot
Enough to melt the dirt, rhymes get dealt to hurt
Wit no help i work by myself, each verse
Attacks and jeers, then blasts off, fast, it clears
The atmosphere, so as you hear, you at-mos-fear