Ugly Spirit Vibe

-Ugly Spirit Vibe- (Fool Me Never)

Listen to me lie
I will not survive
I’ll be getting high
Ugly spirit vibe
What’s inside a mind
Driven by designs
You can practice tactics that’ll cut the sky, (x2)

You insist to cut into the blue abyss, above the looming mist, is a scrupulous god of music shit
...he’s imbued me with groovy tunes, it behooves me to do these loops, like a coaster, & coast along til it’s over, nooo
I don’t wanna die real soon
He has him a megamind that no fellow ever could dupe
So I... shuffle quickly & buckle clumsily into history, ... tizzy got my spirits lifted with transitions sickly
...& its shifting like tec-tonics, simple shit for the damn prophet, a man walking the planet often, to stand in darkness, stagnant & softnening, like wood is rotting, the house is falling, god I’m talking, offering rawness in songs, gets caught in coughs from the bong, expanded chest like I’m on, juice but I’m loose, and I’m lost in the final song, I excuse you hoes when I choose, see, so grab your clothes then vamoose, offa my movie screen, stupid bitch
....Damn pink is cramming my head with blues, jeez
Green with envy of any Richie with a whip clean
Red as Rose & blood when I rose from the mud, to toke just once with my closest sons, ...and I don’t mean bud, I mean one hitter that’ll dumbstruck any mother fuck, that’s hitting, simple little rhythm that I get to spinning, I defend all my sentences, everybody better listen to the deadest in the midst, of a secondary hit, that whisked me away, trippin today, it whisked me away, I’m trippin today (shit, I’m trippin every day)

Whisk me away, into history, astray of the main things, I should be maintaining
Instead I’m hating people cuz I’m angry, why I got the flame but I got a brain freeze, (x2)

All the time, oh oh (x2)

If you just imagine, dapper rappin captain stabbing at the patterns they rely, on
It’s type 1, ...diabetic dialect, need insul-on
From the DF-Dub like Sugarbomb
....Bombaclot a’talking the wrong stuff
Javelin got the hard knucks, that’ll wire your jaw shut
...This Honda stocked with artillery, Will it be pistol or shotgun
That I lift up & pop at your heart huh..

Listen to me lie
I will not survive
I’ll be getting high
Ugly spirit vibe
What’s inside a mind
Driven by designs
You can practice tactics that’ll cut the sky, (x2)