Pockets

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It feels good though... it's all about the feels
 (You know my STEEZ... Higher than a mother fucka!)
 For the record don't fuck up rotation
 Use this record, As a flotation
 If you blinded by our light than quit star gazing
 I never trip yet this feels like a vacation
 Las Vegas, Bume H. Macy so shameless
 The boss came up off remaining nameless
 This weeds so famous, I'm not
 This coke is dangerous, Why not?
 Used to be hard headed with high tops
 Now I'm barbaric on sliced chops
 One-sided cus' the vision is Cyclops
 Try me. The Triceratops
 I'm fuckin' stupid for letting you use it
 We coordinated it, You confused it
 We created it, You dilute it
 You can fucked up for trying to stop whats movin'
 Bass boomin
 Slump Lords
 Take drugs
 Make Music
 (Things are gettin good lookin better now)
 I feel fresh
 I feel blessed
 I thank god cus I don't feel stress
 Records pressed, sold out, none left
 Slump Lords slump more than the rest (Yes)
 Yes Yes Your'e now rockin' with the mess
 Amazin' Met, Queens shit represent
 New York native turned Las Vegas Vet
 I won Las Vegas on a bet (Hmmm... Bet)
 Go from zilch to a mil
 Replay the film, Om and Phil on the field
 Know it's real, catch feels
 Feel the chill
 The windchill factor didn't factor in the skills (Skills)
 Sell a beat than I pay a bill
 Blowin' steam, Ash Tray out the windowsill
 Hella chill
 Won't play myself for the mass appeal (Fuck That)
 Slump, Slump
 Duh-duh Duh-duh Duh-duh
 This that skunk punk
 Get Pumped
 The drums punch
 Oh she plump?
 I'll still hump like Wednesday
 Watch me ball like Uncle Fester
 My genes mean, bold balm, Adam's Family
 Nonchalant proper prophet
 In the pocket plotting the impossible
 Never see me stress
 These lines are GPS
 For the beat freaks
 You can't sleep on fresh
 You just can't...
 We don't fuck with that womp womp
 We take what we want
 We in the who's who's of crew's brusin' mics
 On moody music, It's a movie
 You held captive
 No close caption
 We so def
 Super soul sonic leave em' astonished
 Honestly, stanzas make them stand up
 This ain't Panda, I'm not pandering
 Once the Slump touch it, Forget it
 Not in your budget
 They trying to haggle the price
 He ain't budging
 (You know my STEEZ... Higher than a mother fucka!)

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Duration
03:36
Key
1
Tempo
74 BPM

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