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HI-DEAS 8

 

HI-DEAS 8

(album: Hideas: The Album - 2021)


Right now I'm down in my laboratory
Making matrimony to this microphone
No cap at all, you know I ball
Like Lebron James with like eight arms
I got dank bars, and I'm dribbling rhythm
So killing no feeling my vision I get it
I'm painting a picture, my brush is my pen
And I'm drawing my haters so mind your own business
One word at a time is a murder of mine
'Cause I vividly do it with innocent lines
Catastrophe's waiting on blank sheets of paper
I'll prick my own finger I anger in layers
Ahh, woo, country boy got flow
Ahh, woo, everybody already knows
Said stay off of my hay loft
Don't get me high in a seance
I'm the only thing rich shouldn't prey on
Can't call me to hop on a track 'cause you know I stay on
My brain switch broke, made me no joke
To fuck around and poke
Until I blow up in your face and evaporate you to dust *puff*
Everything I heard it, I look like Ernest
Don't get whacked and added to my furnace
Hip hop knows I had to come and learn it
As a class act coming out of the country
Hey, just tattoo a 01 on the side of my face
The cops couldn't catch me if these rhymes were at a slow pace
I'm the southern spice hip hop didn't have a choice to take
'Cause you could recognize my voice even if I didn't have a motherfucking face
I'm the bandit on bare feet again
And they looking like "what's feeding him
He's got enough fuel to be Space X
He must be an exo-skeleton"
Titanium spinal deadlift you into a spiral
Dig your grave up just to smack you like a walking dead recital
USA as fuck, no American Idol, just a tank sitting on idle
Ready to fire, I want no beef but just know I'm exploding cows
Yeah it's World War II with the way I tend to impact
I'm storming whoevers beach motherfucker blah blah
Copperhead Church, go and show me where the mice at
I'm digesting my enemies just like a fucking packrat
Huckleberry skin again, reminiscing on the beginning
Accomplishments plenty, many more to be finished
Yeah, I'm white trash balling Larry Bird when he swishes
White trash like a blunt wrapper with owls on the package you printed
I'm a hoot, but don't bite into my Tootsie Pop
Replace the suckers with rocks so break a leg and a tooth
My wisdom teeth got taken out, my mouth was getting too smart
They made songs in my fucking sleep and that's what I call Straight Talk
I'm square dancing on Pro Tools like smooth waves to boat shoes
I'ma change my name to Sea-Doo then lets see what I do
I'ma slide by then fly through in a side by side beside you
And give you a run for your money 'cause money is overrated, ho won't you move
The only time that I hit the mall is if I drunk drove to the city (Woo)
Wood grain in the bed, stack on it, just ass and titties
Flow is filthy, I'll grow old just being witty, spitting heat up in my 50's
Lips melted from the business because I always kill it
I built a nuke to duke in case these assholes try to throw their poop
I know their moves, my crystal ball ain't crystal meth, I smoke you fool
HI-DEAS 8 cocked the number on it's side
That's making my mind infinite at least in cyber time
Church

Stone
Hehehe
Man this new shit's off the chain
2020 bitch

Fatto

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