paroles de chanson Eight Bit - Earthworm , Zen Garden

Coffee shop chilling
Grown folk bitching over politician
So my music loud in my headphones
Cause I don't fuck with children
Rather fuck with an instrumental spitting thoughts that got me slipping
Grab an iced brew
Refill it keep sipping
Me kicking freestyles in my dome create the vision
Rhythm, rhyme, shape, form and color
Cup full of ice go on pour me another
Spracking on the track I crack the cubicle open
Beautifully spoken
The coffee shop reeks of patchouli
And cigarette smoke man damn
I cram too much over the beat sometimes
Space the breathing spaces again
Some lines to splice 'em and fit 'em
So i sacrifice oxygen to give you rhythm

I'm here to give y'all the rhythm
I'm here to give y'all the rhythm

Heavy hitter clean thinker weed smoker beer drinker
Seed sower
Blowing tree remnants like a leaf blower
I don't fuck the beat I get to know her first
Listen to her fully before I throw in a verse

Disperse my verse with versatility
Rehearse my cursed ability
Then work to birth it cause the will in me is killing me
But ain't no one got the skill in my vicinity
Me the beat and thought
The holy Trinity
Two Benzo's
When i pen flows
Kick it 'til it hurt like ten bent toes
Donkey kong on Nintendo only time you see me beat my chest bro
Ain't the type to act tough
I just like to rap stuff
Most cats lack touch
Most cats lack taste
Most cats suck so bad the game bout to lactate
Act fake
Say they pack weight
Should be packing suitcase
Trippin, out the loop like untied shoelace