Lyrics TBNT - Rios , Lutz

Drop a needle on the record
Watch the tension liquify itself
The sweetest pleasure
But not to mention it's my vital health
Since I was young I loved beats
And writing freehand
Now I can't live without the drums
Like Tommy Lee fans
Friends wonder where I've been
Cave dwellin
Just know when I finally break the brim
It's Mount Saint Helens
Brains swellin and festerin
While the shits ablaze
Sendin cataclysmic waves
With every vicious phrase
A wack rappers end of days
When I enter the center stage
School of the illest lines alumni
And missed a day
Well you see me
Not a lot about me to know
L U T Z
Pronounced like there's two Os
You know
This rap shit it gets me so ecstatic
It's too dope turning scrap scripts
Into works of magic
There you have it
Live from the deepest LUTZ chamber
Beneath the surface
Fertilizin in my roots favor

Beasts from deep beneath the earth
Where the dopest flourish
Started blowin circuits
When we broke the surface
Focused
Forever a poet until I close the curtains
I always find a way to raise these limits
Sit inside my study still and levitate 3 inches
Concentrate until I find a way
To relay these visions
Oscillate through time and space
While the plain ink glistens
Medicate until the air is smokey
Meditate with wedding cake
Deep inside of an herbal ceremony
With me it's simply impossible to jot a title
Something along the lines of
Instrumentally homicidal
Before you even start to think you are
You're not a rival
I can't race somebody's car
That's sitting parked & idle
Wet concrete
I'm here to make an impression
Slayin a session at K's place
While we wait for Kevin

Every so often
I gotta stretch my legs a bit
See how many illiterate syllables
I can press to fit
Sometimes I like to chill
Sometimes I live for thrills
Sometimes I like to ride a slope
Sometimes I'm climbin hills
Either lines fill my head
Or I don't come up with much
Tech N9ne said it best
I'm just a klusterfuck
Inside of my dusty hut
Finding what I can muster up
Write with the mind of a prized fighter
When it's time to knuckle up
Scratch that
I don't like this verse
Sounded tighter at first last night
When I tried to write the words
Over analyzation
Inside of my minds a curse
I should probably open the blinds
And let the light emerge
Yeah I might but first gotta find the urge
Cause I'll be honest
I tried to be extrovertive all the time
And it just made me worse
Now I'm hard to find
Like anything inside of my lady's purse