Pre Smoke Freestyle by Abxom Lyrics
[Verse: Abxom]
My distant thoughts jot together to paint a picture
And conscious fought whoever to gain these symptoms
My wisdom barks endeavor to tame these rhythms
I narc the clever to solve these scriptures
Got the riddle and thoughts equivalent
Draws them lyricists
Might spark thoughts in militants
You gotta be kidding me
To take part and react to these minor figures whos tryna act bitterly?
Whos ought to bigger? Me!
Whos ought to be sicker? Me!
You gotta be kidding me dawg
Handle this sickery 'cuz
I got the epiphany that, nobody real as me
Call me the ripper & rappers get eaten for dinner
The habit of a sinner I ballot for killers
Then brag it on twitter
The baggage keeps bagging a package for bastards
I manage to blow up yo cabbage (malice)
Gimme a savage to damage
Lemme tell you what
You rappers are too weak to speak, what's on your minds
I'm two weeks ahead of ya'll time, can sacrifice 2 weak rappers to-night
2 light-years ahead of yall but gotta lay it down like yall do
For the sake of rhyme
Take your time cuz I age slower
Like fine wine, but I rage sober
My crime time deaths fake Yodas
This flow, smoke, liquor & soda
No Ice still rhymes colder
Then mosta'
New-Delhi
My distant thoughts jot together to paint a picture
And conscious fought whoever to gain these symptoms
My wisdom barks endeavor to tame these rhythms
I narc the clever to solve these scriptures
Got the riddle and thoughts equivalent
Draws them lyricists
Might spark thoughts in militants
You gotta be kidding me
To take part and react to these minor figures whos tryna act bitterly?
Whos ought to bigger? Me!
Whos ought to be sicker? Me!
You gotta be kidding me dawg
Handle this sickery 'cuz
I got the epiphany that, nobody real as me
Call me the ripper & rappers get eaten for dinner
The habit of a sinner I ballot for killers
Then brag it on twitter
The baggage keeps bagging a package for bastards
I manage to blow up yo cabbage (malice)
Gimme a savage to damage
Lemme tell you what
You rappers are too weak to speak, what's on your minds
I'm two weeks ahead of ya'll time, can sacrifice 2 weak rappers to-night
2 light-years ahead of yall but gotta lay it down like yall do
For the sake of rhyme
Take your time cuz I age slower
Like fine wine, but I rage sober
My crime time deaths fake Yodas
This flow, smoke, liquor & soda
No Ice still rhymes colder
Then mosta'
New-Delhi