Equational MC - Ill Glide

Uh huh, uh huh
The doc flow, diagnosin' em, they got to know
I'm in the crib until I gots to go, I shop for dro
The traffic now is like stop and go
I keep it all inside, it's classified, not to know

I'm on a ill glide thrill ride, I stop the show
A hot glow, I mean how could you not know?
When spice is what I got, others cheesy like nacho
Tonight I might be hittin the lotto

My recent bank statements showin' I got dough
Cut ya digits down, it's like a chop toe, regardless I'm hot though
I clean sweep, it's time for the mop bro
You comprehendin' this, then you not slow, uh huh

Sittin on finished tracks, but none of it dropped though
They definitely rock nevertheless, they on lock sittin so tight up in boxes
Like gettin stopped up in spots where cops go
Don't even be shocked, bro

Game tight, fill the left lung same as the right
They saturated with glue, I'm calculatin' it too
It's on point every time, that's why the haters are through
So get a clue, you try hatin', it's later for you

You think you ten, I'd rate it a two
The deepest waters, what you wadin' into
Impending slaughter and the reason bein' that I'm trendin' hotter
The dankest hemp I got it, it's cultivated hypdroponically or it's potted

The locks, they gettin' kinda knotted and I just might let 'em
Get tangled and such, hey yo I might dread 'em
I'll play a Sun Ra record although I never met him
However, space is the place and he first said it

Like, Durst said it. I'm rollin', I'm scaldin' em worse
I'm bringin' 'em heat that be comin' in like, fits and bursts
I get lit first, then I might commence with a flow
Ain't no fences to the prose that I pen, it glows

Reviewin' lackluster features like it's Roger Ebert
The streetsweeper's goin' deep, but still it gets deeper
I'm seein' things rather clearly because I got peepers
Beatin demons in my sleep and I'm kind of a sleeper

Beatin' demons in my sleep and I'm kind of a sleeper

Written by:
Dennis Donaghy

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