Suitable Living Conditions

No one is around me while i flow. Hoping that the flow is as dope as those that clown me. Those are not around me right now, so the sound is deep. 8-bit nigga, the greatest spitting
And the river called the Nile smitten. My style is dripping cause I've been swimming inside of it, privately spitting. Keeping it all in and drowning me as long is the beat is loud. No one is around to beat me down. The tumbleweeds want to believe. Since I'm the only one that can see, I want you to believe. In front of me is nothing except the wall. But I ain't standing against it because Hamilton's living

This world has become a little ghost town
This world, this world has become a little ghost town
And all the clubs are being closed down

At what point do I stop to give props? A lot of hip-hop is in my blood and genes, my sweat and tears are rock & roll and soul. I've got to know I've got to overdose until I've got no soul, like the 60's. But believe me, I can be as free as hippies when I smoke my weed and hope to the trees. The trees I smoke are the trees that provoke the happiness in me. Gladly I'm getting free from all this hip-hop history. As long as they don't get to me. Strike right there, it's a hot nightmare. They're all against me or wishing to be with me, so I'ma keep spitting

This world has become a little ghost town
This world, this world has become a little ghost town
And all the clubs are being closed down

I am clinically considered insane. Lyrically, I've been giving you my bane and my pain. Just trying to stay awake with them dames, violating what I say in the stains of my jeans. I'm the shit and I know it. I hold onto my shit when I'm flowing. Kind of sick and I know. Sickening with the flow so, vomit, give me your glow. Like your lightsaber is your soul. It's not Star Wars but I got hot bars for all those that try to stay in the hard part of the lane, which is the Hov lane. And I go with his brain, kidnap it too, use force and then give him back his attitude. Shit. I dissed Drake and Hov. I gotta be the greatest, you know

This world has become a little ghost town
This world, this world has become a little ghost town
And all the clubs are being closed down