BEATNIK SOUND - Closed Doors

Locked in the lab and my potions the pad
So I keep writing till I’m delirious
And these bars getting spicy, I know that they like me
I ain’t moving lightly, I’m serious
And I’m not in a rush, I’m just taking my time
So I ain’t moving fast, but I’m furious
Man my craft getting so so luxurious
I’m just killing these cats like they curious
Man don’t even try it
I’m mad with this science
We so far ahead that they can’t even find us
They said that you got it just gotta apply it
So I plugged it in like the flows an appliance
I’m blowing they minds
They go slowly behind us
I know we the highest
No need to remind us
I shoot for the A
But I don’t take no minus
I move like a giant
Man I walk in the sky
Like I’m on a tight rope
I let this mic smoke
Only spit gas bro
You can get it for the low low
I’m talking free for delivery
But I want my fee for a victory
I’m cooking this game rotisserie
Drip with that sauce hickory
Tryna save us from misery
My people still in captivity
It’s about what you do for the least of these
They be doing the most for greedy greed
Pockets stay fat like obesity
Eating good off community
Fingers stay super greasy geez
But let me chill on the uneasy speak
Closed doors closed doors
Closed doors closed doors
Closed doors closed doors
Closed doors closed doors
Closed doors closed doors
Heard they said they want some more
I’m about to cook some more
Locked in the lab and my potions the pad
So I keep writing till I’m delirious
And these bars getting spicy, I know that they like me
I ain’t moving lightly, I’m serious
And I’m not in a rush, I’m just taking my time
So I ain’t moving fast, but I’m furious
Man my craft getting so so luxurious
I’m just killing these cats like they curious
Like they Georgie, I’m down in the gutter
I’m ready to feast, I awoke from my slumber
I’m taking the summer
That’s word to your mother
I’m moving to smooth when I slide it’s like butter
No toosie
Man we just been on a roll like it’s sushi
I cannot stop till my girl got a two seat
And I love my babies but she need a two seat
So sue me
Whatever you do man I know you can’t boo me
These bars are too juicy no Doja
Imma have a moment in the MOMA
Where I look at everything we did
And I turn around and thank God for the glow up
Never fold up
If I’m holed up, I’m not holed up
Man hold up
Did you catch that
Pick your nose up
Put your shoulders back
Stand tall where your head at
Man rock something
Man cop something
Stir the pot or something
Then feed them up
Could be stocked up
But when the clocks up
It’s about what you did
Imma boss up
Get it done now
Like I lost something
Let me find out
You was sleeping on me
Your loss
I’m the reaper homie
I hope you not getting weaker on me
The pen lethal, so I keeps it on me
Gonna need your strength to compete homie
That’s real real, I can’t see a phony
To the top I’m running
To bring peace abundant
It ain’t about the money
Now ain't that funny
Closed doors closed doors
Closed doors closed doors
Closed doors closed doors
Closed doors closed doors
Closed doors closed doors
Heard they said they want some more
I’m about to cook some more
Locked in the lab and my potions the pad
So I keep writing till I’m delirious
And these bars getting spicy, I know that they like me
I ain’t moving lightly, I’m serious
And I’m not in a rush, I’m just taking my time
So I ain’t moving fast, but I’m furious
Man my craft getting so so luxurious
I’m just killing these cats like they curious

Written by:
Dominic Williams

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