[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]
Bomb weed (nigga) get the Visine (nigga)
Talk my shit hit the spliff till my eyes bleed (nigga)
My I.D. architect get lively
Clouds of smoke is trailin' me, but none of you compare to me
It's rare to see me rappin', bruh it's not a joke when I be actin' up
Johnny Depp, fuck a rep nigga I am deaf
I represent the limited, the militant, and the innocent
You can see it's real as shit you can taste it in your filaments
Grind got me feelin' sick, bitches got me feelin' rich
Cocaine for hors-d'oeuvres make her purr while she clears the dish
So what I gotta flow you don't know what you're fuckin' with
Got friends up on some other shit that'll load you right to the mothership
Say I'm egotistic while then listen you're of no relief
My shades are darker than my Benz just so you can't notice me
Jeans saggin' pants low, the anthem light a candle
After smokin' something potent, popo's on it like I own it
Like it's mine, gotta recreate my thoughts until my organs leave my side
My soul and body frozen from this higher high
I advise you pass the craft, the gift wrapping, they televise actresses
And recognize havoc when it doesn't matter what the fuck we doin'
Drama's brewin' when you live in hell
I blame this well lift this cell, heaven we prevail
My golden rule if you only knew that if you will surface that you will float
And your mother cervix born together feelin' perfect, nigga
Curse you nigga
Bomb weed (nigga) get the Visine (nigga)
Talk my shit hit the spliff till my eyes bleed (nigga)
My I.D. architect get lively
Clouds of smoke is trailin' me, but none of you compare to me
It's rare to see me rappin', bruh it's not a joke when I be actin' up
Johnny Depp, fuck a rep nigga I am deaf
I represent the limited, the militant, and the innocent
You can see it's real as shit you can taste it in your filaments
Grind got me feelin' sick, bitches got me feelin' rich
Cocaine for hors-d'oeuvres make her purr while she clears the dish
So what I gotta flow you don't know what you're fuckin' with
Got friends up on some other shit that'll load you right to the mothership
Say I'm egotistic while then listen you're of no relief
My shades are darker than my Benz just so you can't notice me
Jeans saggin' pants low, the anthem light a candle
After smokin' something potent, popo's on it like I own it
Like it's mine, gotta recreate my thoughts until my organs leave my side
My soul and body frozen from this higher high
I advise you pass the craft, the gift wrapping, they televise actresses
And recognize havoc when it doesn't matter what the fuck we doin'
Drama's brewin' when you live in hell
I blame this well lift this cell, heaven we prevail
My golden rule if you only knew that if you will surface that you will float
And your mother cervix born together feelin' perfect, nigga
Curse you nigga
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