1. My murder rhymin crew despersing lighting through earth like riachu striking fools/ with serpent type of moves/
We on slurpin timeless brews/
Freestlying sharp ass flows, beat cutting off the dome worse than isis do/
Just another moment in the cosmos/
Eloped in the ropes described by string theory
to allign and think cleary how we going to the top yo/
Cause on us, these record labels scheme like baseball teams tryna touch base with greed knowing it won't slide tho/
I hear/
heaven horns with my ears/
Playing trumpets with amazing fucking skill painting touching murals of fulfilling greatness from my skills of blazing up a ill beat banging that is making money spill to pay my mother's bills/
And take her pain away so she don't take those ugly pills/
It's like im pumping iron at a hospital gym for how my patient wait is up to build/
On the real/
im tryna architect these

hook: dreams.. im craftin atoms into me on a plane
at a window seat with bourbon talkin' as i sip slowly
in early autumn watching trees as they change
and sun beams of the day,
thinking of plans i can push with Umang on beats slammin with hooks
knowing my families good..
we reaching heights in September,
'cause you gotta stay up on your flight to November,

2. My drug's free speech, I pluck each leech when ideas go off, I better duck these trees/, I buckle weak knees ya first step a step slow, meaning you get step son'd & hexed from the get-go/ I'm speaking from a text poem you sleeping in the dead zone line you duck ass niggas & squeeze until the next row/ this lead aimed here at you, I call the next wave cause you left slain with a hair tattoo/, my spit game is excellent, whether it's, risqué or relevant you range from piss stain to excrement/, this just a inkling of my prowess, I'll hit you with the kitchen sink distinctly while you singing in the showers/, my lead swells when I write, you a one trick pony with 2 bars your well's running dry/, throw up ya L's in the sky, not for the legend you just representing yourself with that sign/

hook: dreams.. im craftin atoms into me on a plane
at a window seat with bourbon talkin' as i sip slowly
in early autumn watching trees as they change
and sun beams of the day,
thinking of plans i can push with Umang on beats slammin with hooks
knowing my families good..
we reaching heights in September,
'cause you gotta stay up on your flight to November,