GACKED OUT lol DOPALOST ALONG THE WAZE"Beach ball - raz pro"..

GACKED OUT lol DOPALOST ALONG THE WAZE"Beach ball - raz pro"How come my dopamine just ain't enough to get me up?Chemically entrusted me, I squeeze out the last of what I gotFeeling me till im pleased then  PEACE reality, Im outOff to a land where the scene ain't a frontWhere the people got my back, where im leader of the packNobody taxing my ass, its a fantastic blastArts and Crafts Laughs Fresh raps all thatHuge Stash of that funk, bottomless phat bagsleft behind the past, went beyond the train of thought i had,Finally a spot that belongs in me not on my pantsWhere i'm at's the place to be, I'm out my mind but in my peaceForget me not but never know really who i beWHO I want to be you can see me through the treesseems busting out my top notch upper body rock dropin my pond nah man i think ill knock u outwatch out dont lose ya head hold ur breathCause this catatonic rhyming goddess a tsunamiDropping More than just Haze, kamikazi sound wavingVerbal Arsenal about to hit you all with My nameRhymes flow chronic beats until the crowd know me     Nod yes, applaud the princess like the rest,but the response is kinda modest for the emcees i'm most proud and the ones i bump the loudest cause they can bless the crowd, give em something real to think about, leaving them in silence, wish I had a truth worth spillin out   any TRUE emcees still around to make me proud? Knowing when to bow and when to lead keeps me grounded. When Im wowed I give props and emcees my admirationYour momma told ya, Quit bouncing on the bed, well my momma told me quit bobbing ya headbecause we running out of tylenol, you'll never see me fallcause i be climbing higher than the escalators at the mallIf you ain't on the wack track then you better adjust your path pop a Louie pop a fewey till a chemical attackReaction AA hey fools say my name take away the reputation but you still the sameYou want it to be known – let it be done be knownwe learnt it at school about the books we read at homebut who was that? Dr. someone, professor thatsafactenough of phds gimme lmnopeace to roll a leaf, Join the team, if you down with the scene these kids about the streets, but I'm more into paths, seemake way to the back yard, surprise party attack pin down the asses, hit the kids with candy dishes,bobbing for the Benjamins, gain some sense for petes d heavens's sakethey say sleep upon it when u really gotta think, i say nap on the table send your cards out saying thankstake ya bed out to breakfast cause its time u laid upon the lovintaking pillows to the face, cover up how many geese u chasedon the way to dinner got some head board from across the plain i chase detail every daypatiently await the month of maize so i can say shucks like a give a fuck todayMR MICso you're the king everybody's sinning in, my holy god sent me here so I can start my sirening,oh my captain, lets begin, its princess biznotch at your whim,hope you are listening cause i'm about to plug it inlong time been loving you, tuggin on your string,but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thingI've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched yaMight my metallic Majesty be just a malice? A fallacy, a foe, NOT friendly stalk of talent ? a crowd reacher tramplifier mass provider for improvisers, a twerp down to reblurt whoever gives a chirpNo matter whos last, first, or if they're cursing in their verse - you're the hurst, you make it worse, whether open-mic or churchYou make cheap talk shocking when your power loudens 'em up,You invade n cross fade huffs and puffs and i've had enough you're just metal nuts and bolts staken claims out your dome maignoh mr microphone you just like a little hoyou be getting off like any type a dude who grab ahold of ya,Wanna flow in ya, yea, they wanna get to know ya,Want a little show they just throw you on the pole,They be Tappin' on your foam, blowing, Checkin' if ya homeAny hey, wave, or vibe provided you'll amply amplifyYou don't deny, you be the life, the ups, the spine,(Rhymers grasp your wires whining as they cross the line Your wire grasped wraps around a rhymer's handwinds ing-round-the chimeThe pressure's own main disguise, cry riser, riot inciter, triflin' enticing sheisty vice-synthesizer)You get feisty, get mighty tight with lies, truths, despite whats rightNo matter who got an invite You'll hike up any sound bite,You upsize mice squeaks and subwoof buzzing bees,Cause fright with feed back static and max out frequenciesYou can please or get queasy any kid in your vicinity,You're a sleezy piece of treason cause you tease up breathing beasts and sneezes,You deem anything that hits your screen good enough to re-leak,You just get dropped down in or get locked in fists n grips of emcees n tossed betweenCrews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up'sProperty of who be trying to rock you in the spotYou reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping heartsBleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouthsWhichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thingWhoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlemWhatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glassMagnifier, catalyzer, the moth-to-flame-the fire,The inquirerer's ignant mouths and copy cat repliers,You're the wire-tappin' the toes bystanders kinda guy,Jamming electrodes in their holes, whatever load a bro drop upon you,You in mode, like a strobe light you ignite n explode as you are told,You're the public dunce, stooge of the fuss, silent-shunning lung lamingServant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitateFables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-matesYoure a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of foolsThe masses get blasted by your excremental raspin'So you think youre god-sent to the kid who ain't got a pen,You're like yep, pick me up, I'll be your best friend,I ain't got no soul to keep me grounded, dude, I'm rude,Just Do It Be The Mic Code, Mic Check One Two....so you're the king everybody's sinning in, my holy god sent me here so I can start my sirening,oh my captain, lets begin, its princess biznotch at your whim,hope you are listening cause i'm about to plug it inlong time been loving you, tuggin on your string,but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thingI've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched yaMight my metallic Majesty be just a malice? A fallacy, a foe, NOT friendly  instead of a friendly mass-stalk of talent ? a crowd reaching tramplifier mass providing for improvisers, like a twerp down to reblurt whoever happens to give a chirpNo matter whos first or who curses in they verse - you the hurst, you make it worseYou're the shock for cheap talks volume power poppin' up blows n puffs,You invade n cross fade you're just nuts and a bolt staken claims out your dome maignoh mr microphone youse is such a ho, you be getting off any type a dude who get ahold of ya,Wanna flow in ya, wanna get to know ya,What like every dude wanna throw you up upon the pole,Need a witness, so they wanna get you front seat tickets to they show,Tappin' on your foam, blowing in ya, Seein' if ya homeAny vibe wave or hey provided you amply amplifyYou don't deny, you be the life, the vine, the ups, the spine, the wire winding-round-the chimeThe pressure's own main disguise, cry riser, riot inciter, triflin' enticing sheisty vice-synthesizerYou get feisty, get mighty tight with lies, truths, despite whats rightNo matter who got an invite You'll hike up any sound bite,You upsize mice squeaks and subwoof buzzing bees,Cause fright with feed back static and max out frequenciesYou can please or get queasy any kid in your vicinity,You're a sleezy piece of treason cause you tease up breathing beasts and sneezes,You deem anything that hits your screen good enough to re-leak,You just get dropped down in or get locked in fists n grips of emcees n tossed betweenCrews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up'sProperty of who be trying to rock you in the spotYou reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping heartsBleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouthsWhichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thingWhoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlemWhatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glassMagnifier, catalyzer, the moth-to-flame-the fire,The inquirerer's ignant mouths and copy cat repliers,You're the wire-tappin' the toes bystanders kinda guy,Jamming electrodes in their holes, whatever load a bro drop upon you,You in mode, like a strobe light you ignite n explode as you are told,You're the public dunce, stooge of the fuss, silent-shunning lung lamingServant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitateFables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-matesYoure a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of foolsThe masses get blasted by your excremental raspin'So you think youre god-sent to the kid who ain't got a pen,You're like yep, pick me up, I'll be your best friend,I ain't got no soul to keep me grounded, dude, I'm rude,Just Do It Be The Mic Code, Mic Check One Two....