Comfort Zone

[Verse 1: Internal Rhyme] Never had the ice cream paint job, wheels on the whipped Up bananas, I just damage with appeal, then I split I push my mama's wheel missing two hub caps It's a bitch, but I'd rather keep it real on this shit with you It's not an issue, more a lifestyle to switch to These wankers won't wait, tossing the white towels for whistles And a quick few million, hell nizzion I'ma stay true, these loopholes are right out to get you Narrating these novels until you're 10-4 Ain't no surprise when I vocalize I open eyes like cantors And will fight 'til you're no less than damn sure That I'm pushing on right like the Ekman Transport Now we're literally dropping science In the bars, my alliances stretch as far as Orion's I'm holding the belt, I'll triumph, not cause I burn bread But more cause it's Jerm spreading, they say I'm sick as a virus, boy [Hook] (x2) You know what I'm 'bout (Ay) You know what I'm 'bout (Ay) You know what I'm 'bout (Ay) You know what I'm 'bout (Ay) And fuck that money, money, we be comfortable without Just give me your attention and the rest I'll figure out [Verse 2: Kwite Bleak] My verses terminal, write my rhymes in the cemetery Rappers can't see me like the 31st of February My flow cold, that's Philly Flavor, they still debate us I'm here to rake up so get your weight up I wake 'em up like vultures, four leaf clovers field in my timeline As I grew older, had to keep it cut cause of them cobras Slicker than slitherin', you slip and they just slither in (slither in) Now a days we born to lose, but we built to win Spark some insane piff, kush clouds I hang in I fall, it's like shooting stars, dawg what you sayin? My eyes look like roses, flame spittin', I sip fire Cross me and I go off like tripped wires Internal Rhyme and I, more like Dexter and Bill Nye Boxing the booth, getting Guinness World Record stilt high Time is money, so I get money by time If we fall off, it's like we sky dive You know what I'm bout [Hook] [Verse 3: Internal Rhyme] Face facts, your personality's shambles A fame addict, guzzling twitter handles Who would prefer to floss and put your talent on a standstill Meanwhile I been doing work, and I'm the man still Fam, the man's ill, from 94 then, 'til Lit up to blow your mind like a candle Due to pure sincerity, hierarchial tyranny Ruling the game, these lames ain't as cool as they 'pear to me But I've been eagerly waiting to shine like spreading Kiwi Through the lines I'm shedding freely on these lullabies beneath me Ha, I get it easily, after so many centuries Of writing secretly, I found the sound my music's meant to be And I'm getting that support, stretches far as eyes can see So it seems to me as if I won't be using my degree But shit, honestly that's fine by me Long as I rock this mic daily to aline my dream [Hook]