Biscuits Buttered

Just been thinking… Tell my thoughts to you… Try to follow, try to keep up... VERSE 1: This just what I do, mutha lover think I’m nice But tell me who are you, and what do you know about life Mixing the lean with the sprite okay now its gonna be a goodnight Now tell them kids goodnight, but please do say it polite Yup, now this my kinda music Jump in the sky and just fly kinda music Live your life until you die kinda music Like yeah I’m cool but don’t try kinda music, nope! Now back to the wordplay, back to the subject Back to the substance, back to the hearts and the souls Where I always touch them I read the news today oh boy, what the hell is happening? And though the news was rather sad, everybody’s laughing I swear its just so tragic, trickery, black magic What, ain’t nobody killin’ ish? Well, let me take a stab at it Die mutha lover, you can’t tell me I’m like the other Rap so good but I’m undiscovered You just be you why you covet Smile at the government but don’t you trust them Tryna cook us all in Hitlers oven So do you want your biscuits buttered? You better think twice before you think nothing of it… HOOK: Smile at the government but don’t you trust them Tryna cook us all in Hitlers oven So do you want your biscuits buttered? You better think twice before you think nothing of it Man you better do your research before you join this discussion Yeah I hear what they say but I really don’t trust them Man this worlds full of so much corruption. X2 VERSE 2: Fix your face it ain’t that serious, (or is it) I want answers man I’m curious, (well get it) Oh you’s a lie, you so spurious This world just got me furious dealing with these idiots but shot out to my affiliates (rare) They say keep level headed Jones, keep getting what you want, keep heading on the path you on Cause most people stray, most people tend to walk away Most people ain’t really want they say, most people so cliche But, but this just what I do, so tell me who is right Tell me ‘bout the afterlife, where we go after life? You can answer me day and night, but I know that the answer ain’t right Cause you’ve never been there and me neither but we’ll know when we take that flight Or path or whatever, we listen to whatever cause we don’t know better See them chemtrails they control that weather Chips in the babies in the coming era If you can’t see man it gets much clearer its bout to get hot as the dogon Sahara This era, the terror, they cover mascara no hope but we need to use prayer