Peace of Mind

Duration

4:26

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Verse 1: I'mma start it off like this, I don't really give a fuck/ Run up in a haters face with my middle finger up/ That's just how I feel/ Can't be nothin' less than real/ I don't need no mass appeal/ Or your record deal/ Indeed I heed. Proceed with caution/ I'm a freak. Toss'em/ In the deep creek with Dawson/ So, get fresh. Brush your teeth & floss'em/ You can't double cross'em/ The flow is awesome/ Stimulate your mind frame. Exfoliate your brainwaves/ I ain't signed to Strange Music. Still I'm havin' Strange Days/ BlaQ HearT killin' it. At least that's what your dame says/ So, I intend to kick it wiked the insane way/ I ain't a killer clown but I'm dyin' laughin'/ Bringin' fables to the table. You a lyin' bastard/ I'm an instant classic/ Similar to twisted palstic/ I'm warped. Fucked up and distorted/ Whatever the price of fame is, I just can't afford it/ Go in the booth, one take and record it/ Bars for days. So, every verse is like a week long/ You know the song's dope. Fuck shuffle turn repeat on/ Winter ahsn't even started but you know I keep the heat on/ So, get the hell off me and go find a fuckin' pillow to sleep on/ (Hook) Verse 2: Million miles ahead but I still havn't gone far/ Intergalactic Space Jam. Just call me a Mon-Star/ Niggas wanna twist my wrist, I put'em in an arm bar/ I ain't a muthafuckin' gangsta. What the hell I need a gun for?/ Makin' bitches drop that ass to the floor so quick/ You niggas softcore like a Cinemax porno flick/ I'm a clogged toilet. Yeah. Ain't takin' no more shit/ And there's not a mortal that could fuck with the flow so quit/ You niggas featherweight/ So, just sit back and meditate/ Generate hate. I don't flow, I ventilate/ You don't want me to demonstrate how great I devastate/ Monstosity. Ate another rapper off my dinner plate/ I'm the illes nigga ever. Come around and get your dome split/ Cinder block flow. You muthafukers softer than a faom pit/ So, if you wanna learn to rap I sell the home kit/ And i ain't just rentin' my style, I own it!/ (Hook) Verse 3: You know they say "he laughs last laughs best"/ The rules were meant to be bent and the wicked gets no rest/ So, I'm hotter than a couple mm's to your chest/ You're a lesser. The professor. No need to put me to the test/ Crumblin' the streets. Best believe that I'm a block buster/ Didn't your mama ever tell you that you should not touch a,/ Lit stove. I spit those legit flows/ Mr. Sicfloe is skitzo/ I stampede. Fuck no I don't tip-toe/ Skip to my lou then it's over. That's it, yo/ Got my arch enemy sayin, "This song is the shit, bro"/ Dr. Doom's in the room. Call me Mr. Fantastic/ I'mma be a bastard from the cradle to the casket/ And I stay in the hood like some muthafuckin' rat shit/ Smokin' Blacks to the plastic/ Women keep they booty shakin' like the spastic/ I'm a Big Boi but never been Oukasted/ The skills have been mastered you bastard/ (Hook)