Basil
yeah
heh
yeah
And I'm taking my time.
I'm shaping and shaking the rhyme
like I'm staking my claim.
Like I'm making a bomb, I'm making it
simple and plain.
That I'm sick of the game, sick of
the simple and sane.
I got that reality dragged back to the basics.
Give me that beat, it its what it's got to be
'cause the rhythm's an addiction that I've got to feed.
And pop lipped to your body just not with me, k ?
Cause I'm heavy with the truck drums,
capped with the boom back back in action,
slapped all your crew back to a fraction.
[I] rap like a wolf pack, am I back, son.
And they do cause the rep stays solid and true.
We ought to be problems, be stopped before we do
something stupid and ridiculous.
Look just, I'm sick of this
stupid movie music to the life and death
until your breath is gone.
