Hazard from Purple Grey by Wavele$$
Tracklist
| 3. | Hazard | 2:42 |
Lyrics
Choked so long
Now I breathe on till the next emission
Long-eyed precision, if of course I got my lenses
Most times I lose my stepping while my cornered thoughts are resting
But no more naivete
Like porcelain clay
Papier mache
All my projections
No more confessions
This a clean slate
Clean canvas
Mean Managed
Which means I don’t let them fuck with
my Cabbage
Two cabinet’s With my antidotes and serums
Blue hunnids
Stashed in my bucket
When the people hear the kid
When will people hear the kid
I don’t know no precedence
I don’t follow everything
Thrive ongoing excellence
Sign my name in sentences
Resplendence this essence
That I think myself a melodist
I believe it’s merited
Purview for my pass through
Patience a virtue
I’m past due
Birds eye view
Got it channeled
I chant some
I stop and glance up
I load my glands up
I span out
Get a broader scope
Of what's at hand now
Think subtle
Cause these people out to getchu no doubt
Run double
Stack residuals and get yourself out
Cut knuckles
While I landed in the dirt, see me now
Big Duffle
While I’m riding like the fuckin paper route
See this often leads to places that we been before
To say the same old shit that we all know, we in and out the door so much
That we desensitised and seen about enough
And even then we be dissatisfied and wanna reach the jump
now it’s fever season for these punks while I’m still warmin up
They overheated cause their ego’s gotten quite a bit conceited
But they have a hope that they can get it right and be creatives
But I can’t recall a single spark of flavor they’ve created
So complacent with the interests of people other places
And you haven’t used your intellect to get you to the stasis
You not lost yet but your idle-minded locked up in a chamber
Called your ignorance no innocence cause you’re devising all of this
So No chance
Motherfuckers
Romance
Motherfuckers
Soul Dance
When they touch the
Promise land
Tell me where nirvana's at
I just wanna touch the sand
You fell into this fuckin trap
And Ion wanna lend a hand
I trust you once but I might turn back
To these greasy fuckers that
Just breezing up over my head
To teach a little common sense
But I don’t gotta thank you for these lessons
Got no deathwish
Gotta mention
That my compass is directing
Me through all these intersections
So when I tell you that my mind is made
I need no interjection
It’s not that introspective
We see beauty different ways
Don’t misconstrue my serenade
I’m cutting in out the glade
I’m in the open nowadays
I’m up and down like temperatures
But I don’t ever need the shade
I reign in this haphazardness
it’s rain where all that acid is
Burn holes
All over the ground
Burn slow
Wormholes
Open all around
Bitch you best Be careful
