Still - K.A.A.N.

Swear to God I got a skill to kill oh lawd

You can check the fucking record we have built it ourselves

Me and all of my companions built the foundation

A bit of ingenuity and a lot of dedication

It all a dependent on the original flare

I feel the energy collapse when I move along

As I correct the composition for the sake of your soul

My vernacular consuming

Nigga letting it go

I’ve been the cynical pessimist

So I try to stay positive in the personal interest

I deliver the sentence with the sentimental value from the past

My brain play a Keith Murray

The most beautifullest thing in the world is the interesting flow I got

Had the shot and I took it never standing around

I’m looking for a serious opportunity to pursue

I pick a position to play my cadence is so vicious

East 1999 born thug shit I spit it double time

So evident you can fuck with me

That was relative to the rhetoric that I render

Reluctantly I release it with new faith revealed

Reverse the verse to refine me define the meaning of real

Got me feeling like a goddamn king oh lawd

But my aspirations aren’t materialistic I’m a simple man

Very minimalistic

Couldn’t tell from the flow cause it was sick and sadistic

Man these rappers about as sweet as the Kiwi Mistic

Heard them niggas got the keys boy please just miss me

Said I used to be submissive but now nobody missed the bullshit

Its bad for your health high fructose corn syrup

Hypertension hyperventilating when I hear

Heard the sheep to a cliff you can jump in a group

That’s a suicide pact when they missing me to

Like nigga the joint gold but my shit dope to

Hit them with the stale face

I disappear from reality I really wanna live in my zone

Wrote another monologue

Add it to my catalog

Let a nigga catapult and calculate my fucking effort making sure it’s

calibrated I could make it but I know I tell the world I’ve been devoted so I

got to keep my focus so I pray the perseverance on display pays off God damn

Nigga fallin' I’ve been slipping on the daily (On the daily)

On my mind got a nigga going crazy (Going crazy)

'Fore I close my eyes and go to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

I hope Jahova hear me

Hoe I hold it down you best believe I

I still roll around smoking weed

Like I used to

I still ride around bumping Spitter

Like I used to

I still work alone Solitude

Like I used to

But this some brand new shit

Something they ain’t used to

I still roll around smoking weed

Like I used to

I still ride around bumping Spitter

Like I used to

I still work alone Solitude

Like I used to

But this some brand new shit

Something they ain’t used to

I can package you a pair

Coming out the complications

The preparation is a process please pardon

I put the parenthesis is a pivotal spot

I purposely propose a proposition to all of my people

Got a perfect alliteration I wrote it in my steeple

Second coming of the Father

Resurrection like the sequel

They decipher every noun but never understand the meaning Mr. Avant Garde

I’m a sheriff and not abiding to the rules or regulations resonating with the

regular patrons

That is stuck in the matrix when I run out of patience

I proceed to barate you see to brigate

The gaze engage against the grain protect the culture

Not precocious raised like Zacharias De La Rocha writes a hook

Like Oscar De La Hoya pain inside his mind confined no one Goddamn

Nigga fallin' I’ve been slipping on the daily (On the daily)

I’m a mona got a nigga going crazy (Going crazy)

'Fore I close my eyes and go to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

I hope Jahova hears me

Hoe I hold it down you best believe I

I still roll around smoking weed

Like I used to

I still ride around bumping Spitter

Like I used to

I still work alone Solitude

Like I used to

But this some brand new shit

Something they ain’t used to

I still roll around smoking weed

Like I used to

I still ride around bumping Spitter

Like I used to

I still work alone Solitude

Like I used to

But this some brand new shit

Something they ain’t used to