Lyrics Back to Business (feat. Laundry, Kid April & Dead Chemist) - Miles Powers

Relax your muscles this distraction's just a couple minutes
In fact I think you're fucked right after 'cause it's back to business
So let's sit back and crack a pack of six to blur your vision
And rap with acid flows I'm askin' if they even listen
Relax your muscles this distraction's just a couple minutes
In fact I think you're fucked right after 'cause it's back to business
So let's sit back and crack a pack of six to blur your vision
And rap with acid flows I'm askin' if they even listen

Institutionalized, pass that spliff or doobie on right
Ain't y'all trip like shoes untied, play that shit you groovin' on, aight?
As my time be movin' by, I'll be rockin' Lou' Vuitton, naw
That's that poshy boujee on god, I just need a studio mic
This that passion too beyond fly to prove it wrong, y'all know what I'm on then I move on
New day new way to spit, new eighth I hold a fifth
New style, move slow, you knew how, you hope
That's a futile approach, you been through it then you know
Back to business back up in this yeah, had to spit this had to get this feel
Balance darkest winters with this light I hold within its image shimmers here
Out in center field yeah, can I get a "hell yeah"
I ain't got the time and if I did I wouldn't tell you
Pray to God I make a lot of change, weight be on my mind I'll not be phased
Take time, take five, did I missay one word? I did, wait!
Ain't found that balance yet but I've found my solace here look
Was in a trance when I found this here hook

Relax your muscles this distraction's just a couple minutes
In fact I think you're fucked right after 'cause it's back to business
So let's sit back and crack a pack of six to blur your vision
And rap with acid flows I'm askin' if they even listen
Relax your muscles this distraction's just a couple minutes
In fact I think you're fucked right after 'cause it's back to business
So let's sit back and crack a pack of six to blur your vision
And rap with acid flows I'm askin' if they even listen

Oh this life is vivid and we got it so let's live it
Can we focus on real business and stop trippin' on the limits?
But I'm chasing all these highs, throwing clouds over my eyes
Bowing to crowds that don't realize, I'm surprised, my allies
Can't just find the rifts I've got inside my mind
So I sigh and grab a seat, get high until I just can't see
The foggy mists surrounding me, feeling lost
And like a fiend stressed, oh I'm in need
Then you spoke so damn clearly just
Drift with me, let's live carefree
We can ride endlessly, on sunsets
And mixed drinks it's real feels so don't blink
Just tell me what you think
Are you feeling onto me?
I know exactly what you need
Take a break and listen closely

This tickin' time bomb gon' be loud when he pop off
These lost and found garments on my skin lookin' top notch
The block's hot on these Zon' streets
'Cause the zombies called me to talk heat, then taught me
How to make a beat drop, when I heat talk
On these street blocks, runnin' round in Reeboks
I keep on keepin' on, 'cause soon I will be gone
Death creepin' up, am I finna respawn?
I tell 'em "oui oui," they'll see through the spirit of my CD
When they see me with three gleams
The color of a kiwi, wan' be me, but you can't
I'll blow a lil breeze the for ants
How they gon' compete? I'm more unique than my pants
Bitch I got things back in France with my fans
'Cause my style advanced, I put 'em in a trance
They gon' try to break me but they can't, I show 'em jazz hands

Relax your muscles this distraction's just a couple minutes
In fact I think you're fucked right after 'cause it's back to business
So let's sit back and crack a pack of six to blur your vision
And rap with acid flows I'm askin' if they even listen
Relax your muscles this distraction's just a couple minutes
In fact I think you're fucked right after 'cause it's back to business
So let's sit back and crack a pack of six to blur your vision
And rap with acid flows I'm askin' if they even listen

Askin' if they even listen, askin' if it even matters
Acid dosin' got me trippin' seeing patterned visions
I ain't that ambitions, I'm just tryna find my fuckin' wallet
While I'm dodging cops, to make it big, that's not my job!
Yeah that's shouts to Mac Dre
Blow a blunt for him till it's ash in the ashtray
We back to business back up in this let the track fade, yeah
We back to business back up in this let the track fade