[Turt]
Slim pickings
Slim's flipping
Dim lit I got the ink dripping
Think different we distinct with it
Instincts kicking intrinsic rhythm
Where the weed at?
Ring digits quick link with him
Visit with the stink in a minute
Clipper clicking and I sink in it
Clipper clicking and I sink init

My thoughts are sorta loud
I sort em out forming clouds from a quarter ounce
Heat it up I'm cooling out
Supporting crowds talk aloud and let the chorus bounce
Never watered down
The pure profound force of chords and sounds sure resounds
We leave you falling down
Summers Sons in autumn now