Random Thoughts of Feb. 5th

Intro

Incredibly simple beat

Incredible what I speak

February, 6th

1:43 AM



Verse

Have you ever woke up, looked outside and said "fuck the world"?

Well today’s abstinence of sunlight

Gave me thoughts that made my toes curl

I picked up a pen, and started to jot

But as soon as I began, I hit writer's block

I got ticked off, so I hurled my journal

Across the room

Rolled up purple, sparked the herbal and took off like zoom

I ate all the fig newtons that my stomach could consume

Bloated up, I felt like shit, my appetite was ruined

Weed and bread crumbs on my bed, used my hand as a broom

Let gravity overtake the muscles in my neck as I rolled up into a cocoon

My mind dried up like a prune

Even my blanket was cold, it wouldn't resemble a womb

I thought about fucking Heidi Klum

Then about how death and I might have a fight soon

Could no longer lay in this pod, I'm no legume

Maybe I can raise my attitude

Through blood pressure changes through, the bass boom

So I fired up my laptop, waited for that thought to bloom

But every thought I had, seemed flat, and ridicule

My speakers wouldn't push the surrounding air molecules

I couldn't even think of a riff for a basic tune

For a producer this is the face of doom

I need some inspiration so I laid back and played some Flume

But all I could hear was the echo of emptiness in the room

I caught a glimpse of my reflection

I got a whiff of my essence

The pungency of my natural perfume

Told me I needed to groom

The cold water of the shower hit me like "whoo!"

It was at this moment that happiness started to seep out of my lagoon

I just made some headroom cleansing in my restroom

Music exhumed, the keyboard transformed into a rec room

Pistons fired, you can hear the rev (vroom!)

Texted my girl Steph

Said "I need some neck soon"

She said "You'd better start to treat me better or you'll end up in hell soon"

I said "bitch"

...just kidding, I don't call women bitches...

Oh but at the moment how my mental integrals started to switch

Something of her response instigated my niche

I started to spit ill diligent lyrics

Emptied out my chillum

Made a beat, named him Tim, and killed him

A lyrical villain

Nicky G is dope, I know, you feel him

New micro - phone, the tape keeps reeling

I just keep dealing, all these things that I'm feeling

Fruits of my labor, so I keep peeling

Don't talk to me if you are an architect who builds ceilings

The attitude of what I do next will be my best yet is healing

Fuck a religion, I don't spend my time praying and kneeling

I spend my time playing with what I'm feeling

I just bought a professional compressor to mess with to make what is my best better

Make the kick drum wetter

Make sure my hi-hat is isolated and severed

Make sure you can hear every letter

Snares as sharp as cheddar

Make sure my shit plays forever

I'm embedded in my head's weather

BrainStorming up the most clever

You'll never know what you'll get like the weather in Denver

There's air outside, my breath is fresher

This Zephyr OG is stellar

Makes it hard to remember

All of my endeavors

As I effortlessly project what I intellectually collect as a tenor

X marks my words as treasures

That I thresh with excellent pressure

I profess what is best, what else from me would you expect?

I do this for pleasure, ease through beats without effort

This is my mental cellar

The best brain ever, I am the possessor

I hip and I hop, I'm like Hugh Heffner

And I got a pretty face so I'm easy to spot, like a leopard

Listen how I float my words like feathers

I like to toke some herb, no pepper

I got bars, I got measures

The only way to live is to live together

Everyone is equal, there’s no such thing as a lesser