Tradition Moskidzo (Ft. Fashawn)

[Verse 1 (Moskidzo)]
Right now I could be high on anything
You wouldn’t realize ‘cause you hide behind pills and lean
To anaesthetize and disguise your feelings see
Take your time to advise esthetic dentistry
‘Cause you ‘gon need to clarify whether you’ll get grilled and fried
Or finally grit your teeth, I’m in the vicinity
Energy intensifies tremendously, demented fiends to chemistry
Tremble and surrender by the scent of me
I am endlessly revving my electric engine
Speed extends with every line I am assembling
And you think that by coincidence I would stretch this line so lengthily
But in hindsight you see – my mind is a Tesla limousine (Skrr)
This is BigSur, check your screen
Like Disney Pixar, what you see depends on me
Because these pictures I make ‘em read my lips first
To assure what I spit works, then I script the scene
Assisted by the Grizzly City Chief, while it seems
All you do is surf the internet for gifs and memes
See if I was Rip Curl, I wouldn’t push a tee
Though I agree – being this dope is brickwork
Back when all I wanted was to get heard
But to strike the right note, I couldn’t hold a key (oooh)
Now lyrically, I am six foot seven inches deep
You’re the height of Peter Dinklage tryin’ to hit my knees