Pathfinder

(альбом: Smithy - 2019)

Body shield here (Uh, yah), level three (Yah, uh)
Critical alert

Smoking on purple like level three armor
You could keep the act, I don't care for the drama
Take hits to the head like some blunt-force trauma
Dissing me, send that shit back pronto
I get in the throat like I'm checking her tonsil
Just digging the bone like a mofucking fossil
Counter the strike in combat with my hostile
Got more bars than a case with a lawsuit
Think I'm they father but that shit is awful
There's just no explanation that's plausible (Hah! Hah!)
Niggas still wish for the green like Cosmo
Want the smoke till it's harsh like Fronto
View looking good from the SkyRise condo
And I play the rap game like consoles

I'm so high, I don't know where the time goes
I'm so fly, I don't care if you lie low
I'm so fine, I could fuck all your side hoes
That's some shit you could see with your eyes closed
I'm so high, I don't know where the time goes
I'm so fly, I don't care if you lie low
I'm so fine, I could fuck all your side hoes
That's some shit you could see with your eyes closed

Hold up, wait
I'm flexing, big chilling
Just counting my skrilla, no doubt that I'm killing
You talk about music while still bumping Skrillex
Just stick to the shit you make up and conceal it, huh
I feel it-no, not really, nigga
I'm too unfamiliar with who you call family
I don't see it, sadly, I'm upping the ante
There go, you lil' pussies, tryna ride up my alley
Uh, why you want how I sound so badly?
Prolly 'cause all your shit sound badly
Why bitch steady sound so manly?
Side effect of the bitch she married
Two twins and they weigh but I carry, uh
Two tips on the blade but I parry, uh
All my enemies stay where they burried, uh
Only place that they safe while I'm standing

Pathfinding, need a zip here
Straightlining, is it still clear?
Ping it, I'll find it; bitch, it's right there
Double-timing, smoke out, then I'm right here
Buzz quick but it last like lightyears
When the fuck did I say that we fight fair?
Bitch, I told you: it's looking like my year
If you want it then get it, I'm right here
Pathfinding, need a zip here
Straightlining, is it still clear?
Ping it, I'll find it; bitch, it's right there
Double-timing, smoke out, then I'm right here
Buzz quick but it last like lightyears
When the fuck did I say that we fight fair?
Bitch, I told you: it's looking like my year
If you want it then get it, I'm right here, bitch

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh, yah, uh, bitch)
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Uh, yeah, uh, huh, yeah, Fukkit
(Uh, yah, uh, gang gang gang)
Yeah (Hah, hah, hah!)
Fukkit