Текст песни Cinders - Jimi Priceless

Walk it like I talk it, stay silent or risk a wrong step
Doing what I'm post to be and not reading the comments
Because they don't really know, that's grey area consent
Nun to mess with, OCD sufferers in the convent

God of the raps, I drop these bars for the hell of it
Immaculate conceptions, where instincts meet with intelligence
Don't worry what it cost, pay more attention to who's selling it
Can't tell if it's being underrated or irrelevance

I'm comfortable in my own space either way
I still feel lucky as seven on my weakest day
Laying verses with the same faith of when preachers pray
I let myself pull strings like how my sneakers laced

With inner conflict I still slide on this beat with ease
Yeah it's ironic, you need axhandles to chop down trees
And I stay on it, regardless of what you would believe
So philanthropic, currency, I am waiving fees

Don't let em Hypnotize you into paying for their actions
Acting like it ain't no Biggie, how they going backwards
Who want smoke, I spit fire til it's ashes to ashes
Nothing left but cinders and this verse, another classic