Spiel

[Intro: Steven Spielberg] So the first thing I thought was establishing myself And the second I thought was bring a audience in To see if what I was making was having an effect On anybody other than myself [Verse 1] The writer and producer with sense like lincoln Thinkin and blaze the bush til' my pen get the sinkin' Going menstrual on the pad watch the plot thicken Like the grease in the oven rotisserie left drippin' Thoughts astral still in my physical plane though Encounters of any kind ain't talking UFO I'm flammable like 151 through yo threshold The molotov flow a combustible cocktail I rock crews got em goin from rap to gospel Seeing so many pussies you think its a brothel I'm hostile probably laying low in Marseilles I'm mad real Collins keep the work on reels Like film clips that spin so fuck how you feel Dizzy like gillispie cause you live for what I spill Ride around my town, abandon house, field Feeling like Danny Brown on them Triple X pills Ice cubes in my drank a blunt of Vin Diesel Thoughts so large i think I might need a easel I don't do heroin so Just keep your needle For the record that spins, or what your samplin' Spiel [Hook] My thoughts react like Steven Spielberg Steven spielberg My thoughts react like Steven Spielberg Spiel Spiel Spiel My thoughts react like Steven Spielberg [Verse 2] Adderall and tall calls of the brew Making moves for the Jane like Tarzan On my six theres some knockers in minivan Hit the right at the light don't look back Trying to stash bottles but a nigga lost the cap Sitting shotgun so I'm doming on that Heading to a party be there in 10 minutes flat Girls in lingerie, herbs sacs and 30 packs Getting full off a half of a 12 pack DLTs, from the bell please Need a little coating on the stomach for the alc Cause it helps i don't earl on this sweatshirt Then my future going be looking odd Cause I hear she smart, got a good ass job First share logic on my lower part Don't like my girls dunce, pick with prudence That kitty bald, I carpet munch like its lunch Long pipe, til them lame skaters take a hike G-shocks days and them black breda nights Macy grey afternoons, Dick Wolf evenings The order is law, guess im feeling quite bourgeois Then again, honda is the car pushing me far Backpackin with tapes, the trunk's full of eights The console holds a eighth the sirens fades away Spiel [Hook]