As I approach the summit it gets harder to breathe
The thin air up here is engulfed in nothing but quiet and peace
Scenes animals don't even see because it's just too much
And it might be enough kill me but what a cool rush
Frozen bodies on the road what was the last thought
Before they froze up? Gave their souls up, now a glass prop
Mascot of the adventurers of people who chase thrills
Why I ever do this it can never pay bills Just gave chills
Vibes that reside from Y’all rhymes…I’m lovin’ all those!
Got homie from the Show-Me feelin‘ like McDonald’s motto!
It vibrato lingers on; sets the mood right!
Got me loqq’d in—Fits like pockets too tight!
I move light, but never tiptoe in the dark.
I just heed E. Badu…let the shit go, mend my heart.
It‘s a lit show when ’em spark, easily burn a mic! Jaqq move a groove—my thievery earned da’ right!
What’s up cloakthescribe!
i see you‘ve preached
that’s social-eyes
no surprise to your notions
memories saved in the cloud
success is open skies
you’re supposed to fly to your destiny
shifting culture inellectually
each text creates texturing
Connect to beats thrown achoo
bless the sneeze
Get degrees so what’s learned defines the angle of your main goals
That go mangle
Love can heel above that’s an ankle
Say “bro, im-achilles demons”
soul really beamin
like “Willy”
No “dreamin”
like “deamin” with a r
within art our self is steamin
Got a few in there