Nicoz - Toolie Tips

Mhm
Mhm
Mhm
Yea yea, lets get it man
Just stop it
Walk around and talk shit
Rock a wife beater chest out like I'm Hopsin
Nonstop shit, feel it in your bones
And if you don't put down your phone
I'll leave your ass abolished
Self taught artist, that's talent
Haven't spent a second wasted
Digging that's a habit
That's facts, tapping X
Jumping over heads
Overcoming dread
Blood is gushing red
Guns just standing next to Lucifer in bed
He, got you locked up with a hacksaw, choose
To cut off your leg or your face turn blue
That's the anecdote, puffing on the anti-dope
Catacomb, scatterbrain, with Deja vu
Kick rocks son dissing on the name
Best believe that Nico Z been knowing how to aim
Frequently the motivation struggles everyday
But at least I got the decently to say it to your face
You, motherfucker pissing me off
Cottonmouth killer never sipping La Croix
Chiefing weed, give fucks what you bout
Green and red, a face in the crowd
I'm cold as Ontario, care to catch some lightning bolts
Had my fair share of code reds, and yea my lighters dope
Pyromaniac, blow up in a Cadillac
Nah this ain't no scrimmage
I'm speeding just like a running back
Cold as Ontario, care to catch some lightning bolts
Had my fair share of code reds, and yea my lighters dope
Pyromaniac, blow up in a Cadillac
Nah this ain't no scrimmage
I'm speeding just like a running back
Tip-toeing on the gold brick road
Controlling the syllables without a single record sold
Tripping out just stuck on the couch
When in doubt smoke herb from the pouch
I met an entity
Seven eyes, and twelve teeth (That's nineteen)
Like Mr. Padre in the 80's dominating SD
Looked just like a checkerboard
A knot up in the mainstream
He told me hold your horses, stop the sit around bullshit
Never go outside or you'll be facing silver Bullets
Asses the situation, aggravation ain't worth it
And the hippocampus battling the checkerboard spirit
I'm on the top where my vision is, hear it
47 energy, heart and third eye divine
Stay aligned spiritually
Fuck what the moon says
I set the mood
Next knucklehead punk fool step to me
His body getting pumped full of lead
No threat, word to Mitchy Slick, no stress
One of SD's best, check it I say it with my chest
Next I profess the lyrical capability out of rest
And kick the negative emotion out of my quest
I'm an animal, cannibalizing Hannibal, half flammable
Cut his halves in two and leave that fucker sagittal
Sad to see the creativity lost in this day in age
But I succeed in accounting greed
And I guess, we'll just see
When I'm on top counting, songs
Sure it may seem life is bout the money
But as long as you ain't happy then you got it all types of wrong
Prolly should stop taking hits from this bong
Jesus Christ, that shit strong
I'm still chiefing weed my head's in the clouds
Me and tree 'till death that's the vow

Written by:
Nico Zambrano

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