thee heiiist
Singer:cj fly
this that soulful shit uh
ain't no felicity for toying out the specimens
joint skeletons with no joint that skeleton's
could skill his ten out of the pen
can't fence vents with a stop on the ink
best thinking when this drops and it sinks
defenseless when i vent this
because you had the right amounts to sense this
the right amount descendants
ambition turns ambidextrous
thoughts of a black male riding in a badmon new lexus
complex intellects move in a lex too
it only teck two shots to let thru
and project proof of an iller nigga let loose
from the vet's room cause no pet zoos could let him loose
began the roots with a few trees
how many mics did ya'll really rip before the fugees?
with a few needs from the help of a few emcee's
with a ak-47 and the pen bleeds. yo
devise a thesis where i'm seated on the throne
mama asking me questions sometimes i wish i had my own
except for with college she like
ima try a different route with a whole different elation
enjoying life with admiration for all the world's creations
but looking back at the past is the reason you can't save it
live your life to the fullest and have some patience for all your aspirations
they saying i'm godly like golly
never saw a future with this rapping so it's ali
ya'll just a finger painting compared to a mona lisa
never see defeat like a podiatrist cause eye exist
it's just these fumes humans consuming
boosting the crime rate like wait
feeling the whole unfolding
i'm messing with the spell
learning my real language well
if each one would teach one
on each other we could go ahead and bail
in history as it seem we never fail
how do i get down to get it
how do i let em know it's real
get thee originals and fuck the spiel
apparently too real to reveal
chatter clutters in my whole brain
then i get nice not to hurt feelings
and it never works it holds me back and rewind
only moving forward toward zion tryna well inform
i think it's safe to say that i'm the highest
say au re*voir and say goodbyes
only one that can save you is christ
praying he hears your cries
with not a tear in my eye
i gotta live like the god that i am
heard cleanliness is next to godliness and
i decided to start sweeping the competition
but only if you choose to get large
have your chest gone like you been smoking them menthols
when i said i was taking it i meant all
some sort of deadly my thoughts been edgy i went off
and flow like arteries cause my artillery is heavy
ain't know it was art 'til they read every line why
when i spit like a semi cause it's
would it hurts we know sometimes
can't judge like we on court
open up and chose to vent too late
get a breath of fresh air as the space ventilates
it felt like my shoulders gained some extra weight
i realized that this ain't too great
people start acting fake the trust disintegrates
think it's time to escape
thoughts of saving the day
like the man in the s" cape