Feeling Traces

Smoking good weed yeah that good Buddha
 Inhale that funk like its Roto rooter
 For all you goofy goobers call me king Koopa
 In the clouds smoking loud like a paratrooper
 Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
 Nah it's me and I'm doing my thang
 Bouncing rocking roller-skating smoking weed
 And I'm feeling so great...
 Back up on my paper chase
 Got no time to waste so make no mistake
 Yeah...
 These are the breaks
 This is for the real got no time for the fake
 No stems no seeds that you don't need
 Got me smoking on that hybrid yes indeed
 When I'm off in my zone and I'm all alone
 Put the pen to the paper write another song
 Then I'm gone!
 Heard it through the grapevine yeah it's time to shine
 Spit a flow that's so cold yeah it's all mine
 Time after time rhyme after rhyme
 Folks transform like Optimus Prime
 Consumed with lies why o' why
 Dem haters wanna hate me yeah no lie
 For every song I drop I'm so fly
 On another level yeah I'm so high
 Flows top notch get it jumping like hop scotch
 Every rhyme that I drop best believe get props
 Watch how I shake the equator my flow greater
 Rose from the ashes call me the savior
 Savor the flavor smoking on vapers
 Rhymes as sharp as blades cut for tapers
 Got me running this caper see ya later
 Taking trips to Grenada seeing more paper...
 The pain so real sometimes I feel the end draw closer
 Trying to hold on these feelings that just keep taking over
 So much going on... inside my brain driving me insane
 Just trying to maintain...
 Been around the world and feel it's all the same
 Feel the struggle the stress not really seeing change
 When it comes to this life we live now who the blame
 Selling ourselves short for the fortune and fame...
 My flows slick like Rick the ruler
 Making moves on laptop computers
 Connect the past, present the future
 Close deals and seeing more mullah
 Rolling the Lamborghini Centenario
 Through the barrio where they hardly go
 Got that Bob Marley flow take a toke
 Leave you comatose overdose on the flow
 I'm just getting started now
 Get served up like Kung Pao
 Krush grooves wit this wild style
 Never come up short like Bow Wow
 If you didn't know me then then you'll never know me now
 Hold up...
 On the rise to the top on my grind nonstop
 Sho- Nuff...
 Rolling in the coupe out to get some loot
 Making more money is what we fixing to do
 On another level yeah it's so true
 Old school no school yeah we ditched school
 Cut class broke rules and we made moves
 On my hustle nonstop yeah refuse to lose
 Hustle around the clock no time to snooze
 Started at the bottom had to pay my dues
 Now be owning everything...
 Thangs done changed and thangs ain't the same
 On my grind nonstop money be the blame
 For the fortune and fame yeah off the chain
 Go against the grain don't fuck with these lames
 Sparking up a match watch it go up in flames
 Killing off this track and showing no shame
 Got some screws loose yeah I'm insane...
 "The title M.C ...means master of ceremonies
 Some people nowadays don't know what that term means..."