Ribs, Rice and Champagne

[Verse 1]

First off, all glory to Mahirishi
Then I proceed to blow and dodge the precinct
No scripture we whisper though we profit seeking
The allure of an improper being
We just trying to see the shores of a tropic region
For a taste we keep the doctor's eating
Fuck the foreign places
Got us boxed and fleecing
The morning gazes with an awkward greeting
Don't hate your enemies it clouds your judgement
The smell of greed when I'm around is pungent
Walk a mile among the quiet rumbling
Often vile if I supply the substance

[Verse 2 ]
I wake up and then I whisper a mantra
I'm trying to slip away but I got visions to conquer
Tentative monster
Belly of the beast with a slick motive
Script holdin' but I spit the lines with a fixed notion
Lot of dudes fill their lexicon with the 'grip holding'
Project blues got em jotting tunes with the fifth loaded
I'm misfocused
No allusion to piff toting except when it gets to thick for my sober mind to sit, blow it
This ain't for him, A
Dwelling where the grim stay
Felon when the pen stray
Pray I never see a pen state
Comprende, I'm just trying to stay afloat until the end day
Til they run the credits cause of the gun fetish
I feel a weird sense of bliss when the son trepid
It's the abyss of a young menace