Wahid - Jewels (feat. Mitch$$$)

Soft soap, clear my hands... experimental totem...
...pole to a position
My palm shivers to its optimism
Barred rhythms to bore resolve thru this opposition
Lost cause, for my lane is paused.. to rebuke this mission
Pulling drawers to find my pistols
Marked for death, so I told my techs to undress the victims
Run the world like a run on sentence
I focus for your discretion
My lowest been your repentance, guard ya blessings
Blue Chrysler on the block, fool's hyped into the cops
Jewels dropped on the nasal tops of them babies ahk
Traded watches for chains papi, this ain't the Cosby's
Locked in this manger for walking waters and chasing Nazi's
Through the valleys of decimated calc
Where the Guinness stout from bodegas I blessed the earth is reversing now
Skulls spitting this out, when they feel they're vibration
Nothing but devils, the more you know be sure to embrace it... King

Dime to quarter, drowning in this dream
Flick the chalice from the waters to stream... to the stream Fiyah bun! (Burn)
Apples to the vine onto the "Z"
Alphabetic, so appalled... so we free, look at me
Fiyah bun! (Burn)
Dime to quarter, drowning in this dream
Flick the chalice from the waters to stream... to the stream Fiyah bun! (Burn)
Apples to the vine onto the "Z"
Alphabetic, so appalled... so we free, look at me
Fiyah bun! (Burn)

Head rests, true to lesson kosher
Enormous quest, accrued the method... foolish steps in order
My sequence bent in fiscal, never sober
North is the star, too away from sun, we run in polars
You've been DeBarge, curly superstitions
We find a way to straighten fears, a cave recluse in winters
A rainy day is more of magic where we used to dinner
Zero drought in the naked bouts, hero turned to sinner
See how niggas feeling when it's December
Cadence on Jack the Ripper
Wade in on 3 repenters
Heat of the moment like Drizzy, dizzy women with senders
My take has been obscene
One with the Lord and disciples... gorgeous in ones serene
Part of this idol is leaving Isis with her regime
Head of a hawk when my niggas stalk to leave you in scenes
Play your tuition
No double dipping on islands.. the brew it falls in remission
My cup is traces of flame
I'm asleep on days of remembering, patna...
King

Dime to quarter, drowning in this dream
Flick the chalice from the waters to stream... to the stream Fiyah bun! (Burn)
Apples to the vine onto the "Z"
Alphabetic, so appalled.. so we free, look at me
Fiyah bun! (Burn)
Dime to quarter, drowning in this dream
Flick the chalice from the waters to stream... to the stream Fiyah bun! (Burn)
Apples to the vine onto the "Z"
Alphabetic, so appalled.. so we free, look at me
Fiyah bun! (Burn)

Written by:
Joshua Brown

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