Smoke Rings - Fliptrix

Fuck the trend setter, I be the peace keeper

Put an end to vendettas, strapped with a penned letter

None of that concealed weapons, never will I feel threatened

Real faith like a reverend, true to life, move in essence

Hand to eye, feel connections

Shooting by like stars in the galaxy, twilight embarks on a dawn of reality

My thoughts spawn from a sparkle of a fractal dream

Rap and beat brought together by the tractor beams

Words will travel around the globe, defy gravity

With flows so classic that they go, go, magically

It’s like I’m Go Go Gadget, G

Toking chro out my vape, getting dome rapidly

Fans multiply into many like rats in street

Mind shifts, raps or speak, get high, cash and greed

They ain’t dead yet though, they’re just a casualty

Casually reppin' anarchy, destined for criminality, mixed with a bit of fantasy

Chillin' with a little bit of my piff, chasin' family

Killin' our own anatomy, wonder why the man in the mirror never got back to me

«Hello, not there again, aw oh well» now I’m on my solos like lonely folk in

hotels

Feeling a bit shady like I just heard a ghost tale

Can’t find out the truth like readings from broke scales

Hocus-pocus, High Focus, mad high, I smoke shit

Stone zoning, catching flash backs of universe decoding

Conscious mad times define, especially when I’m zoning

Intertwined by lines likes the vines, hope I know string

Left thinking is apocalypse approaching?

Days feeling numbered like our time here is so slim

I take it back like decomposer, my ghost’s so frozen

Posed to buff the ocean, words falling out the bloody harp with the hole in

Never will I be the fireplace without the coal in

My burnt out carcass left still, blowing smoke rings