Eiffa Tower

Eiffa Tower

Still Still instilled

I go spelunking

**** your function

I'll show up with 2 pounds of onions

for all these assholes

and I sit by the flask and I don't need no pull

unless it's rolled up tight

no oregano for a stormy night

ayo it's allright yo it's all wrong

I breathe inside of my own song

still want to pop still want to get it

I'm moving inside my own exquisite

froze to the point that these suckers won't visit

touch it one time homie and i hope that you’re with it

well if not well I keep my own sauce

middle finger to the boss let me throw on Molotov

‘cause they gon’ venture off, when I move it's never sloppy

step up a passion from a mother****ing hobby

we brew like an oak tree

yo notice me they still want to move this smooth

want to see inside of an avalanche no chance

still got my own rhythm and my own stance

because I'm heavy as an avalanche

Ayo Golden Girls word to blanch

I like freaks any way of the week

ones in yoga pants and butt cheeks

all about Butkus what’s this

moving inside of my own list

because it goes A to B, A to B, 1 to 3

I move with immaculate energy

because it can't be copied and my flows and sloppy

word to the rhythm and I still want to get

something inside my rhythm don't hit

still want to move inside of my own ship

just a pirate moving in a climate thats irate

everybody boost them but I'm not about illusions

still want to say that shit straight my gate

my Lord why they wanna hate on

a mother****er with the rhythm that’s so on

so on point but I still rolled a joint

I move like Moses don't anoint

cause split red seas with a whole lot of empathy

no energy plus no enemy can ever really conquer me

I'm just a don’t be conquerer taking over goals Homie

everybody's moving but for me they all baloney

caused it's all synthetic and processed meats

when we meet its about organic beats

because I'm moving in a city where giant tent to meet

stepping over mother****ers on the concrete

because it's heavy as a Chevy

its unrolled that’s the reason why its hotter

than the butter on your grandmothers buisicut roll

on sunday morning where you wake up yawning

we just been up on me

and we been up homie

cause space and time seems to bend up homie

when on the down but we moving on the ground

that’s the reason why you feel the vibration in the sound

heavy bass when they meet they own fate

they look surprised when I look in they eyes

because they never have to see never could they really tell

ayo we harder than a coffin nail

we just sit back and inhale and speak so well

that's the reason why we moving hella fresh and they stale

we tip the scales

I'm all about the rhythm let me read it in braille

because it's bounce every time that I get it every time

and I'm all about the rhythm let me get my lime

plus tekate nah you can keep that dog

I need a lagunitas homie and I never miss my day job

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yo we leaning like the Eiffel

I got another eyeful

I like the Eisley's

I like Donald Byrd

I like John coal train underneath summer rain

that's why I hijacked the rhythm like Jesse James

I got my own angst homie and my own tanks

make us up to take a long walk off a short plank

to the goddess got to give ranks

about the rhythm inside of a shark tank

I breath with these vipers moving in the night

they like David Hasselhoff some nights i got

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