Lyrics Minimalism - Billy Woods , Vordul Mega

I goddam done been having raps since
Way before the goddam tower collapsed
Inhaled enough dust to snap your synapse and I'll still laugh
Consumed more than a cartoon, can't consume in the South
Religion lives on the side of a sand dune, I can carry the tune
Here you go now, carry this balloon
This has been a strange trip, tired offering arms to people
You fired, if I had a penny for every son I sired, I'd be mired
In debt looking wired on the web, see the future science set
I got a manic panic button on the jet in case I get stir crazy
Don't tell me about shady, I was busy plugging the First Lady
I saw him giving me the eye maybe, maybe
What's fortune, things that others have so often
I feel so fortunate, still walking with all limbs
Need to respect the little things, they become small gems
Straight no chaser, lyrical freebaser, speed racer, amphetamines
Mirrors and razors, pages hit me like tazers swinging light sabers
Hard labor, bread and water,
Quote me on quarters, no tax I'm not your daughter
Got beef with cousin, catch concussion, biscuits bust it
Honey Jack sipping Robitussin,
Keep the engine running, that's dive city
I-95 miss Billy,
Nigga pass me the nine-milli, what you smoking the illy
Hold your own, I'mma hold this bone like hold the phone
Stop the presses, switch addresses, move it like and 6'5" Nigerians
Secret experiments rappers want the formula and hold it on my cornea
Known as the foreigner, faceless men in black, illegal alien rap
Undocumented visa like sunny cheeba, sativa bring the MCs
Follow the leader
What's fortune, things that others have so often
I feel so fortunate, still walking with all limbs
Need to respect the little things, they become small gems
Rolling on me, pot wholes fumble
That love bumble and the blow bubbles
But can't fumble when you hold your brake
Get high when we burn yards
Get drunk bumping cars like woofers in your doors
Living raw, nothing but powers we getting to wars
Across boarders everybody swinging swords
We live G lords, never bow to the law
Live to G spit on you peons
Of you negroes and sick flows
We represent four-dollar heroes and negroes
Not only copping benzos, fortunate as we got those hoopties
1-2-3 spitamatics, we represent straight havocs from the young ones
That used to like having fun on the blocks
Living in all day, spin that rap dangerous
From the dangerous most dirtiest traps
You heard it the word that'll come from the most
Young guns that'll spit til you gone
Jade up, spit til the dawning, yo you niggas
Ain't performing live over there
Niggas came to spare stones, just throwing it at you
Straight up clap you, fools
What's fortune, things that others have so often
I feel so fortunate, still walking with all limbs
Need to respect the little things, they become small gems