Cortés & Hiroshima, Constituent II

(Intro: Jas The Producer)
Don’t know why I’m so so gone

(Verse 1: Jas The Producer)
Led in my guts
Neck on the rope
They plotting on us
Water fills with rust
Got blood on my neck
Arm full of puss
I float in the void, feeling concussed, I-
I slide with my road runners
I been watchin it snow in summer
I got hit with the cold stunner
I’m in love with imagination
Drugs makin me dumb and dumber
Return to the grave, naked as I came
Did this for my slimes, I couldn’t be saved
My compass is gone
Tryna be brave
The knife in my back
Succumb to the waves, I-

(Segue: New 5еnse)
I rapped on this becausе I didn’t have to make a hook
I read between the lines, but I didn’t need to read a book
I’m talking too loud, but I didn’t raise my voice
I dry up the track, right before I make it moist
I lose focus with my hocus pocus
Abra cadabra, alacazam
My flow is good for years like a new can of spam
My bad, I didn’t mean to go ham
If we’re talking sports stars you can call me cam
A message to our buried, turn that shit into jam
This shit gotta stop, that’s what the haters say
When my shit pop, that’s explosive shit
I’m tired of telling you all the time, you should know this shit
Fuck it, I just sound good to listen to
Even if I’m just talking about boo-boo
Boo-boo-boo-boo

[beat switch]

(Outro: Jas The Producer)
Aight ready, one-two-three-four
Memories from the baseball field
Ran for miles ‘til I end up here
Honey understand my wounds ain’t healed
Memories from our childhood
Stare alone where your feet once stood
Rain drops fallin down into the woods