Lyrics Shover - Slim Reaper

Addicted when I spit shit
What you call elixir I call liquid
That's the shit that'll make you a sick kid
Smoked silly, oh you miss wit
Never thought you'd be this fucked up by a misfit
Take a hit, run it back like a pick six
I'm Jokic when I bust out my bag of tricks
Or Magic, I just had to flip then rip
So rip up the pages, this is a rip for the ages
Rip like that it'll leave you brainless
I rip through air til it's vapor
Ripping through wrappers, like fuck that paper
I rip like Hamilton
The words I'm hammering
Cause even when I say fuck cigs, camel wins
I channel sins, to candle lit dinners
Happiness loves company, and pockets get thinner
My heart's on a pumping spree, thumping three beats per second
Keep these seats saved only for my brethren
Middle finger to the reverend, poisoning minds with commandment eleven
Lies pearly white like the gates of heaven
Peaceful me starts it's evanescence
It's the dollar that stresses
Restricting like a collar catches a loose dog as it passes
Flow sweet like molasses, wanna be ill enough for the masses
Shit's like time, come's in lapses

Roll, roll, roll with the punches
You don't want that stuff kid, you don't want that stuff kid
Roll, roll, roll with the punches
You don't want that stuff kid, you don't want that stuff kid
Roll, roll, roll with the punches
You can't have that stuff kid, you can't have that stuff kid
Roll, roll, roll with the punches
Roll, roll, roll with the punches

Read news, step in the booth I'm a loose cannon
Spit bars scarier than truth or Steve Bannon
And MC's who don't talk real be reprimanded
Fiends still come to me empty handed
I'm done pushing, but once the idea's planted
My antics stop being candid, fuck now I'm a bandit
Lost in the city like Atlantis
Bible abandoned, I'm praying like a mantis
Hoping they don't supplant us or betray like Durant does
I slay cus I don't need no pay stubs, no day job
No longer mad, no bro I'm a stray dog
Where the fray clogs the saved spots
From the Yachtys to the K. Dots, from relaxing to the playoffs
I taxi then take off and break off the fake coughs
If you spray shots to stay top on the day that the tape drops
And each play makes the brain rot
Shit's got me thinking even the game's bought
Still, I wanna be fatter than a saturated market I target
Climb higher than Aladdin on a carpet
So if I spark it, the revolution started
Leave em blue, black and brokenhearted
The new attack is real, so they darted
Real, like fruits from the garden
Like the demons in closet, like success is the object
Real like the beard on James Harden
So much real shit, and shit I'm just getting started

Roll, roll, roll with the punches
You don't want that stuff kid, you don't want that stuff kid
Roll, roll, roll with the punches
You don't want that stuff kid, you don't want that stuff kid
Roll, roll, roll with the punches
You can't have that stuff kid, you can't have that stuff kid
Roll, roll, roll with the punches
Roll, roll, roll with the punches

I regret saying the word real
Cause that word don't mean shit no more
And poet's just don't spit no more
So I don't try and write hits no more
I just keep on shoving, cause I can't do spliffs no more
I keep on shoving
I keep on shoving
I keep on shoving