9-24-7000

(albüm: Blue Chips 7000 - 2017)

[Action Bronson:]
Shit, sweep you off your feet
Like Ryu in the corner
Shit, man, haha
Smooth, man
I'm a fucking smooth mover, ugh

Yo if I didn't say it's me you would probably think it's Sting
My fish go bling, what, this old thing?
I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit
Then I'm gripped up, hanging off my shoulder, fuck the bullshit
November rain came the same day
My daughter taught me how to do the Nae Nae to Calle 13
Only compare me to Kevin Spacey
Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two tamales
Do a world tour and scoop some dollars
Come home and hit the pool hall
I'm fishbowling new Impalas
Two Russian twins suck while I drive fast
It's me, man

I'm the one that takes the wolf head, wears it on my own head
Wisdom from the old heads, you ain't getting no head
You ain't getting no bread, you ain't getting no shows
You ain't getting no dough, you ain't getting no hoes
Dawg I hit the best of 'em, mothafuck the rest of 'em
Well now I'm nestled in the Tesla eating pretzels, haaa?
I should prolly put a wetsuit on
I'll be right back...

[Rick Ross:]
Young Renzel, line two
Young A.B., I got this you dig?
Yeah, yo
M-M-M-Maybach Music
I love my rude bitches, end up as new bitches
Skipping school bitches, cooking me food bitches
All my niggas down, we looking like Fu-Schnickens
Got a few tickets for bitches who truly digged us
College dormitories, fill 'em with smooth lyrics
Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace
Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner
Simple individual, confident in the Lotus
Foreign ambitions, they go with my last wishes
As I open my eyes, surprised by 7 figures
Baking soda required, decided drug dealing
Residents is divided amongst the feds and the children
Let him keep toting drugs if he willing to plead guilty
The star state witness, they'll hit you up for that selfie
Dro can only help me, Backwood and I'm healthy
I'm the label owner, I'm the only one can shelf me, biggest
M-M-M-Maybach Music
Boss

Why are we letting things on the outside of our physical penetrate our soul, penetrate our nuanced wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay? What really is a thought? Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain? Can you or can't you? Is free will a real thing or is it the philosophy of free will? Seeking scripture, haha.