The Fundamentals [Rough] ft. B-Raid

[INTRO] (Javelin)
I’m fucking wasted off the bud right now B-Raid!..
Tell em what’s up dude..
I’ll come in later..

[VERSE 1] (B-Raid) (written by B-Raid)
Yeah, mmh, uh..
I stay gifted, I’m the mortician of written inventions, lifted in the distance, I think I just passed an airplane, hallucinations of auditory invasions, I’m straight pasted in a plaster of flaming innovation
No escaping when I take the first hit I feel amazing, I could blaze until the sun fades & comes up again
Not the gin, whiskey, or the vodka..
I’m sitting in on some men smoking on the ganja..
Marijuana if you wanna, I’m equipped like an armada, don’t bother tryna call up anybody, this’ll leave you in a sloppy call-your-mommy kind of state, be careful, all it takes is a puff or two, so you can choose what you wanna do but off the weed I’m relieved to proceed into the reason for this whole CD that we’ve completed, it’s not to tease or try to lead you into a feening complication of agreeing that we are what you’ve been needing, nah..
It’s just all for fun but with the skill brung you would think we’ve come undone but it just isn’t, little known, hold on cuz this is the beginning of what you’re fixing to listen, be a witness to this sick shit..
In tents/intense like sex in the woods..
I bet my best bet that I am more than just good..
There is no doubt, come around, I will show you the goods..
Now you found out how we pound the beat to the hood, yeah..

[VERSE 2] (Javelin) (written by Javelin)
Message to the unknown, lift chrome when they fidget with ya beast mode, dip low into the mother fucking beat hoe & start choking giving J & B-Raid deepthroat
Cheat code, cheat code, right shoulder button, hit stick, swollen sucker-punched lip, cheap blows, get stoned & tweaking out until you flee from me, feeling the feasting creature feasting on emcees, misery, lizard king, listen B, mission is to mix the shit until it sizzles, crispy treats for thirsty listeners, seeking secrets to my rap conspiracies like Wikileaks
Witticisms spit wistfully, hear the whispered history of his appealing mysterious victories, how can this kid spit?, courageousness he lacks to even try to put his tracks up to the test & let em laugh if they gonna laugh, I need raps that I can sell but don’t need no help..
I’mma make it on my own..
Only homie that I know..
Is the floating of the flow..
Devoted, spoken like a pro..
Wanna watch the cook explode?..
Masterminded with mile high designed shit for your eyelid, yo...