2 A.M.

[Verse 1] A Insomniac sippin cognac Writing dope raps token sacks Blowing like Anaconda Smelter Stack Zips of killing fields call it Cambodia grass Trying to sum me up you gone meet your aftermath Blowing my high yo thats grounds for a asswhip Wholesale curtain calls like Costco sold caskets Tricks up my sleeves making birds out of fabric Cloudscapes shit everything I makes a classic 707 take a flight cross the masses No therapist cause my method is medicinal Checking off the leafly periodic table You snooze you lose I'm poet on Langston Hughes Krypton days and lone Gotham nights Either way the color scheme so basic just face it My bar dense like muscle-nerve relationships I short circuit any emcee leave the merci Take no mercy, pinning in the 64 no mercy High off the green dust in a brown Dutch My slow flow be burning like incenses Presence is a present cause these niggas peasants Give a fuck about offending Taking what I love for granted Dedicated to putting out that real hiphop I won't stop and can't a bad boy no Diddy but still press play While I'm blueprinting like Jay More cruel summers than Ye Wordplay notorious nigga fuck what you say Couldn't beat me by a hair Even if ya tossed your toupee Violets are blue and so is these corpses Yeah