[Intro]
HighFocus
In the buildin', we stay buildin'

[Verse 1]
Uh, I'm so high, I see my vessel that my soul's attached to
No lie, I'm like a lion when I'm rhymin' at you
From the solar plexus, golden fire rises at you
Apply the pressure like Shiatsu
But it ain't you to take your final breath, I tie a lasso
And hang like basketballers, slam-dunkin' hoops
I feel the vibe like a masseuse
Killin' time with the raccoons, never get in line to pay them taxes, like they ask you
I'm gonna catch you off guard, hol' up at you
It's apart from the glance, but no glass in my [?]
Yes, we come [?]
Accept our system is a scam!
So don't be plottin' on no ghost train
Go and help out, my city and us melt down
Cookin' up what's the only ingredients of the shelf now
Never out of date, I make you elevate
These feather weights will better stay the hell away or I'll detonate
I feel the glow no matter what the hell the weather say
I'm killin' show, collect my pay, get waved another day
I stand walled, never losin' my inner child
Forever movin' like the Nile, the world's spinnin' while we walt
Jesus spillin' off the face of mother nature while we smile
We're in denial, left to trial
If the queen be my beat, well, I must be a king of style
Individual like fingerprints in the ghost sense of [child?]
I'll break your faith down to increment some eatin' while you linger in the aisle
Got a dinner tray, no denim on that plate though
Prophesizin' like I'm Plato
Hold your mind like [play-dough?]
Find the light becomin' [?], then I done a halo
Whoever's on that fungus foam, [?] hot potato
Ghostbusters clocked the duppy man, [you know its case' closed?]
[Fed fear?] like, vitamins instead of healin'
Ritalin, we needin' discipline yet no one's listenin'
Forgot we're flyin' through this holographic universe
It's cinematic like some distant planets, enigmatic
When I capture the magic and calibrate it into classics
[Pre-written?] rapture in the reds of my passage
Your symptoms of illness, you blink and they will vanish
Drink to that like it's magic! Get kicked back, relaxing
Comma spliffs fat and bangin' like the beats that I rap on
Soon to blow like I left the gas on
[Outro]
It's like that, son
It's like that, son
It's like that, son