Lyrics Pentecost - Goldie

What is real life
There′s things in plain sight that mortals
Should already realize
Real eyes, you can look inside and know the truth
I Read the words in red
I'm sold that that′s the only truth
My Tongue lit like Pentecost
Call that fire in the booth
Charlie sloth should have me through
I'm like a monster
With this venom
I steer the train
Like it's Pelham
Goin back and forth
The lord and the devil are playing tennis
With me

Pick one
Cause I gotta get a fix
Hit the weed club up
Smokin Derek jeters
I got a weakness
For smoking keif and tequila
Like Lord Jesus
Somebody better come and teach us

Bars
You didn′t catch
I′m Randy moss with the basket catch
Had to make my own lane cause
Other pussy rappers cabbage patch
I'm sick of fake violence
Between rappers who really just actin
They actors
But plot that shit like directors

When it′s time to call for action
They still the type that capping
Instead of acting like
(Quiet on the set!)
("Uhh line?")

I guess that's fitting
That′s cap
Just like your fitted
That's xans
With no prescription
There′s cost for just living
I saw my auntie and kissed her
A week later her skin was much colder
Room full of dementors
Colder than Minnesota
Pushed to the edge
Never a pushover

Kill em soflty
If they leave you a choice
5'11 feels like 5'9 inside of a Royce
Ya
That′s high ceilings
While I′m smoking on this high grade
And pay no mind to this migraine
Ya
Mind engrained
Spirits wander the mortal plain
You can't relate
To things the I′ve seen
Ya
Plain sight
But I got a holographic
Pass a bullet, not a ball
This is lead, it isn't magic
In your face the glass breaks
Like Shaq did
Arm hanging out the hoopdie
Call me Vince Carter
I got a clean ass fade
On my neck
Got my own barber
Run the ball up the middle just like I′m
Tiki barber

Full ride
From northwestern
An intriguing offer
But this that drop out music
A rapper and an author
That's my favorite scholar
Yeah
Said this that drop out music
A Rapper and author
Pussy