Feel Free - Gracias, VilleGalle, PaperiT

Hey, hey, hello world

B-Mac especially

My fine art on a take-out delivery

Don’t be out of sync you in too deep

Sleep is the cousin of who?

I’m out of reach

Give 'em the busy tone, I’m busy touring

The tracks in my mind fully geared yawning

At the storytellers, sure the times is hard

Change for the better never let up, grind hard

Needless to say I’m coasting

No needles to the dopeness

Needle on the final beat breaks want portions

Of soul music that I cherish so often

My own boss too lost in

Not only translation

I’m in the whirlwind

Not to be forgotten, I’m all in

No strings attached, Conan

Front to back, side to side

Flying out to the sky

Feel free, feel free

Feel free, feel free

Peace goes out to my brother Francis

Whenever I spill out my work on a canvas

Andre’s always the first to acknowledge the bigger picture

Nigga regardless of the past drama, we past that

Flashbacks at the past have a good laugh

My half and your half, good math

Put it all together, now cash that

Peace goes out to EazyRA (?)

Relatives bite this thus we family

baby (ha!) whenever we part ways

To the girls hating me for the heartaches

I made my peace, sorry for the

Blah, sorry that I could’ve stayed I tried

Exit on the left hand side by my oh my God

Front to back, side to side

Flying out to the sky

Feel free, feel free

Feel free, feel free

It’s so amazing

I am grooving to it

This is hip hop music

You’re more than welcome to it

It’s so amazing

I am grooving to it

This is hip hop music

You’re more than welcome to it