Yaprak Asimov
Twisted Living Visions
Flow molded well cuz I'm a fun guy (fungi), twisted living visions say it leave you tongue tied, the sin of all kids is living with those lies these low lives just getting getting lifted and low eyes/ But me... You know I be chilling with my team, bust a scheme till my third eye glows the blue beam/ oh.... Did I lose your in the last bar?, press replay then star gaze into the black stars/ these nigglets just want the fast cars, Michael Jordan shoes, hat polo and live like trap stars/ so stimulate your soul with these preachings and these flows, my friends say I'm dope but not dope enough for your nose/ so... As I proceed to spit on beats, my mind, body and Soul make a trinity/ because I can't live this life in simplicity, So I choose to free this demon that is inside of me/

Sitting in a parked car asking if I'm driving well, how long I've been driving only time will tell red bull by my side thinking Should I Fly ? or should I stay here dehydrated and just die?/
Eff that, Ima drink this, and the trichomes don't lemme over think this/
Living like a kid for the 60's speaking my own language, and my music always trippy/

Kinda Skittish and suspicious these ultraviolet lights are distorting my vision, end life by submission I grabbed the mic now listen.. Im in the lab and Lemonade is what I'm sipping/ use my vocals as a weapon flows kinda repetive, remembering the spots behind my mind I used to check in/ They said its All about the Celery, Kemurî, keep my third eye open like the 70's/ They start blessing me so heavy that I start feeling heavenly/ Drank so much lemonade a kid is feeling lemony, doctor steady checking me but I haven't killed my enemies/ I don't have many cuz I always have serenity, couldn't think of a better beat to place my piece of amenity/