[Slimkid 3]
I sleep wit one eye open, that’s my third, that’s my word
Gave it one try hoping to fly the whole bird
Turbulence occurred
Cause shit was turbulent and terminal just like an illness
How to be real with myself to even feel this
In grip with my controls to wheel and deal this
Chinks upon my jugular vein
Tryin’ to kill this immaculate state of harmony
[Imani]
He gave me the impression that he was making real strides
Thinkin’ of real progression
But only spoke on worthless earthly possessions
Brainless, dealing with the strainless
Needin’ a correction for this infection
A Brand Nubian direction that left me in true shock
Like when 2Pac got shot
The whammy
I drop my secrete scripts of the uncanny
Broadcastin’ live and direct throughout the galaxy
[Slimkid 3]
See I don’t think you value what you got
See look in your hands