Ajax Alexander - National Pastimes (feat. $myles)

No matter what's inside
We still gonna ride
With what's left for the night
I still gotta fight
I fight
You fight
We gonna be alright
I fight you fight
We gonna gonna gonna be alright

Came to take aim like I'm cappin' up the mission
I call so many shots it's like restocking ammunition
Talking to a niche off a noggined ommnition 
Take a cult following and build you a religion 
Get to sprintin' for the vision until that shit start to blind
I got shifters in my system and tire tracks in my eye
So it's an understatement to say that I got drive
Severed heads six feet under the second I start to ride 
My flow the type of dope that been left 'em with flatlines
Hit like Ket and Fent lines with that Kevin Federline 
Designer drugs and time the lifestyle provides
No drawers on my dicks lined with Calvin Klein 
I don't pray enough but I Poseidon all the time
Waves making WAVs but the wake left you behind
Tried to sleep on me I laid awake the whole time
Days each day I still can't not be remind
My role models coppin' Grammys while the rest of 'em had died
Some say I've gotten lucky 
Some wonder how I survive
Logic the unlock that gonn' lob you on past fine
Boy i keep it ballin' like national past times 

No matter what's inside
We still gonna ride
With what's left for the night
I still gotta fight
I fight
You fight
We gonna be alright
I fight you fight
We gonna gonna gonna be alright

I'm leave lesions on the cement
You better watch your brain 
When my shits gets into season
Dosed Heroics flow foes
Eyes deceive them 
Stuff ya Ears nose and throat 
Blastin' Dr Dre and Dre P fam
Watch me turn a whole seven days into a weekend
Runnin' out of time but times based in believin'
Penance to a heathen
Spent the rest my reasons
On rapstep 
Iris receedin'
Momentum been the motive 
Vehicular manslaughter
Built a kingdom outta rocks
They callin' enm mufasa
White boy boutta give 'em smoke
Just like a rasta 
He keep his foes boilin'
Stay strung out like some pasta
Every time I spit it gonna sound like I'm on one
You tryna get a sample then we'll get back to the choppa
Rap game terminator came to save the future
I can't blame it on the youth, sure, but I can still blame future
Psychedelics bring the relic right up outta writers
But Percocets and Lean turn turn up into a tight verse
I guess it sounds hot but my minds not on fire
Now every kid rappin' without knowin' how a mic works

Written by:
Alexander Raymond

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