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Blazing a Jay fading away amazing the way i break in a bredas station and wait patient and realize that he's on vacation
I get impatient
Racing thru a mind riddled with a case of sublime messages intertwined with my tv when I'm on recline and I find
Hatred
Can focus the mind best when u trying to cope with divine stress
Living in a matrix in a world satisfied with fake shit
Take shit only if I had to
Living where the feds grab u for a bag or a bag or a bag it don't matter when they fucking bag u
Hustle. get paid
Free man. yet slave
To the laws of an old seaman
Feel like he man when the debts paid
Hes a ghee man so he gets cake
Feeds man on his estate
In deep so he's on the streets when the feds creep round when it gets late
And he sleeps light on the best days
On the worst days he don't sleep much
Cuz he's up nights doing street stuff
Not Nice in the least bruv
He got stopped twice by police when he got released bredas said he leaked off
So I'm up here in his yard with my last card just to plug the leak up
Contem
Plating
Should I leave should I go should I stay
Should I wait
Should I do him something is the big debate
Never litigate
Never talk to pigs and snakes less it's no comment
Hold on it don't want it
Then don't bring it
If u never lived it then you'd be the witness to the ones that never did it
Never been it so they're clever critics
And they're ever criticizing
Everybody else and they're sizing
Everybody's wealth and they're hiding
In plain sight
And they're siding with those who take life
Riding a fake kite
Till when they arrive at a place right for the blind
Sights from the mind not from the eyes
So that u awaken inside first
Living with the blind cursed with divine thirst
Seeking out gold but they find dirt
And I mind out
Take a bredas mind out
If he thinks I'll let it slide
Motion be denied
Find himself on time out
Signed out on the crime route no the crime root
Was my prime doubt
In my minds eye in the nights sky on my flight high to my hideout
To my hideout
Ride out with his nine ounces
Reed up I count five bounces
Peed up and no one got r I p ed off
credits
from The Subliminal E.P.,
released October 16, 2015
Produced By Session 600, Lyrics By Airklipz & AOA
Mastered by Tricksta