Verse 1: Oskeeet
What does it take for my soul to get saved when perimeters caved in, I’m trapped up all up in my mind I’m tryna be finding a way outta pain in my brain due to governments dotted lines, I’m assigned and I’m fine n with rhymin I’m typin these verbs cuz I fit into the action the rules that the suits are creatin while laughin are nothin when i cut em all down like fractions, distractions get noticed from drugs that are potent dividing the game like we’re talkin’ bout quotients, I’m bucking opponents and killin these rodents, I’m generally speaking but put a hat on if the dome fits
Oh shit get the chrome quick microphones get your dome split, never plugged in cuz I’m cordless , I’m stopping you before you even start like we’re talkin bout gettin some abortion’s (“there should be a baby crying right there hahaha”)
Don’t even try to be comin at me with your message I don’t give a fuck what you say your agendas got planned for the game that we play cause i slay from the bay it is nothin to me when I come free of the stress that’s inflictin my face now I’m ready to play, like machine guns I’m flowin like Thompson’s like Klay I’m praying the game crashes stock markets or Amelia Earhart May Day, I spray lames, ima warrior like Swan and I cameout to play, if the powers are tryna be buckin my shit and be snuffin my hits please reach For my hands and now I am saved by the bell or the smell of the demons in Hell, I don’t trust a soul like dick Cheney hunting with shotgun shells, and the men that wear suits that have us tied like puppets that dig all our graves that wishin we kick buckets but fuck it I chill with my homies and rep San Jose. dodgin the devil so reach For my hands and now I am saved x2
Yeah, yeah
Keep goin
Keep going
Verse 2: Oskeeet
Enter my soul so I show how it goes when I flow thru my lungs and my nose and I try to be dapper, I’m bumpin lord infamous original rapper I ressurect triple six shit even though I’m a cracker, I’ll slap ya, back up no need to act tough jus let me rap bruh, before Lucifer starts fuckin me and I feed you some rat guts
I’m drinkin and killin myself I’m running around in my mind and I’m feeling myself
I’m smoking American spirits lagging on throwing up lyrics I’m killin my health, cuttin busters off dump em in dumpsters dawg, 21 is my age I’m an old soul but im still a youngster dawg
But I, ain’t no puppy these yuppies are trippin about fucking they care bout money it’s funny, this isnt no Philly the darkness invadin my brain doesn’t get sunny, my nose is runny from you know what dummy ,I’m smokin yummy , hotboxin tombs I rap around your mothafuckin heads just like im a mummy
You can’t comprehend what I say, I am from San Jose, competitive within this game you know me as the man that do not play, reign in blood because I just slay, Breakin nugs that are filled with haze, chef with flows like Isaac Hayes, creepin even when I decay
You cannot stop me Fromm thousand miles away
Devilish levels are pressuring all of my cells that are tellin me to pick up a gauge so i spray
Kickin Up dust lookin for busters, cluster fuck of these fuckers got me gettin tunnel vision like I’m on the road with some truckers, I see enemies then I stop em, you see enemies you call deputies n cops and, oskeeeter ethers busters tryna stop him
O s k triple e to the t, I’m trippin, I’m dippin to lonehill Park but catchin me slippin is never easy
Yeah, buster
