Lyrics
Cold days, long urban nights
See the city right beside my estate delight
Earned my hide
Paper turn black as I write
Creative falling in a deep
Thoughts can't unite
I need swift in mind flow
New cosmos
You understand
You're a rapper, not Picasso
But I'm a concept
Like Vinny or Pablo
My mind cloaked only when eyes closed
Cold sweat, over context
Freed in rhymes from my past
Put 'em on next
No flow without a concept
Thoughts can't overcome
I need a mindset for all of this nonsense
Consider classics
Ill Na Na
Hold tools up only for a performer
No drama
Newcomer
I'm a menace, not a chon-doe
So you should sum up
Blow steam, low-key, so it say
Headshot, blazed up, tinsel
Blow steam, low-key, so it say
When I'm, when I'm on the low
When I'm on the low
Blow steam, low-key, so it say
Headshot, blazed up, tinsel
Blow steam, low-key, so it say
When I'm, when I'm on the low
When I'm on the low
Street tales of midnight from retail
Gain knowledge, write words to prevail
Impale the light in order to see well
No free will, my mind cloaked like seashell
New flows through overseas
I'm out at sea
Cliché beats, supreme heat
Flowed over me
Flow overly calm
Over beat
MCs keeping a lead
While I'm sound asleep
Lay low under closed curtains
Talking to myself in the 3rd person
Wrote a couple lines
They not working
I'm outlearning
Keep my vision and mindset half-urban
State of mind
Good spirit
Loaf of tunes, hood gimmicks
Nice to do, to croon with it
The blueprint is to flow vintage
And color all my tunes vivid
And color all my tunes vivid
And color all my tunes vivid
Blow steam, low-key, so it say
Headshot, blazed up, tinsel
Blow steam, low-key, so it say
When I'm, when I'm on the low
When I'm on the low
Blow steam, low-key, so it say
Headshot, blazed up, tinsel
Blow steam, low-key, so it say
When I'm, when I'm on the low
When I'm on the low
Blow steam, low-key, so it say
Headshot, blazed up, tinsel
Blow steam, low-key, so it say