Текст песни MR. INCREDIBLE. - TECHNICIAN.

Boy i do not want your bitch
I only fuck with these bands
Investing dollars from my pocket
And smoking down trees while i pen
Hopping inside of my booth with no paper
Like look ma no hands
I came a long way from the bus, boy, went from ramen to artesian pans
That
Pack
Fat
Smoke on the dash of the whip that i'm cutting the gym from
Bitch i been numb
Opps all sick like Syndrome
Life ain't conclusive
Even family could break through those loose lips
Today the tomorrow that yesterday mentioned
Stop wigging out bitch you gone lose this

My soliloquy flowing like ketamine
Getting ahead i mean,
Started selling green at 14 years old
Woah
I make my dough now running my studio
S.A.D. tat on my chest, calgary canada's best
I cut out the fakes like an implant reduction inside of her breast
Yes
I got lessons on my belt
Spiritually felt
Like the cards i been dealt
Holding the deck in my left
I deal how i want now, with all due respect
Bringing it back with the boom bap like thundercat funk, master flex
Singing that message on MPC blessings while managing cheques
Chess
Family on my back my momma is proud
Waking up my mantra just been bitch i'll kill it
Banana leaf blunt smoke til i'm on the ground
Sing like sinatra whole team eats i bill it
YYC my city, frankenstein sound
I should be humble though
Went from flipping that dope to old soul like the reaper
Golden boy like them teachers, chopping psilocybin eighths
Still im stylin on these fakes
Assisting opps elevate musical taste
Ace

Lyrics taste like a birthday dinner
Cake
I hope that i make it to 47, rest in peace Steez, spiritually know that he living
Face
That i display proudly like highschool trophies incased,
In case i don't make it tomorrow, each day is a blessin, gifts from heavens lakes
Love
Rare these days like heroin from the 80's
We greedier, media kill our perception like fentanyl bio weapons
Your bio a weapon
Self interpretation something that we should be protecting
Boy i know that i'm cold i don't need no likes or comments tryna sell me what's sold
I'm never selling my soul, my spirit resides as pure energy
Freezing these beats like i'm Frozone
No mythology god could peer into me
Ugh
Facts
I love what's become of me
Waking up happily pondering enemies seething toward me through they jealousy