Lyrics 95 Till Infinity - Joey Bada$$

And we smoking, toking, potent herb
Preaching spoken words that might just poke your nerves
Hope you ain't scared
My jeep go skrrt
I peep the obscured, and what ain't normally easily to observe
I swear I'm born abnormally absurd
If I give you a piece of mind you've been disorderly disturbed
That's my word
Similes and verbs, now I'm eating
Retreating for seconds and thirds, y'all niggas seasoned
Don't worry what we ate, you don't want that plate
I combine yours with my quake, and make the earth shake
Supernatural disaster on you half-ass rappers
Pass the herb to an actual pastor
Word to the black lip bastard
I drop knowledge like a Five Percenter
Every time I drop a line, it touch like five placentas

Schooling your offspring
Drop heat all spring and stay hot for five novembers
I think y'all niggas lost me
95 til infinity time, we in disguise behind enemy lines

Women with no identity signs
They can't get my lines, used to give a fuck you could find
95 til infinity time, we in disguise behind enemy lines

And i just kill it everytime

Instead of lead slugs, I spreads the love
Like a bed bugaboo does I'm in the W with your lovable slut
I'm in the walls while you bugging her up
I'll do your girl like this beat, straight fucking it up
Y'all niggas nothing to us
This feels like nothing to us
Son, taught your daughter how to bust a nut for fun
Recollect and collect the funds
When she see the sun spit the proceeds when i cum
'99, till infinity beyond
Hold my peace full of energy till my enemies be gone
Until then it gets in my vicinity gone
Peep the melody we on

But they don't know the remedy to these songs
Basic necessities on how to be put on
Cause they see my team, we strong
Beastcoast ain't your region

If you get dropped you can't be jawed
They wanna know whose shoulder we leaning on
But all we do is show them who we leaning on

Cause' they will never stop for a young black male
Black mailed in braille that means what he felt
And the very reveal could appeal
Put you on the Alcatrap trail or railroad to hell
Oh well, some of us is taught there is hell
The other source is lost and no source of wealth
Roots of all evil, the highest stars Evel Knievel
I see through people's door
The world may never know, how my third pupil show
And cognito and cognitos flow
And i don't throw subs, i throw torpedos
The Don, not Cheadle, these dogs?
Afro punk festivities
This for my niggas that's lying with queens Nefertiti
Waking up to pyramids and big kitties
Gold soul theory, but what is life really