Incidents for instance

When I roll with my bros

It′s so instant

Victims fall victim

When they roll on they own

It's so instant

Incidents for instance

When I roll with my bros

It′s so instant

Victims fall victim

When they roll on they own

It's so instant

Option A mans rolling

Option B I couldn't be a next sideman strolling

Along with a crew

Whose goals all revolving

Around not saving or folding

Plus all in good time

Them bad actions was creep round engulf him

And steal him for two weeks to beef that′s not Ocean

I cut ties like joking

Build bridges then approach them

If they give way I vault them

And when I′m strolling too close to them

They give way and ask why it's so easy to get over them

I ride too close to the wind

Got a bit close to them

And dangled too close to precipices to be loafering

I′m hiking through the scene up on the edge

In boots so suited to the ground beneath

I could never be moved

I'm coaching them

And now they standing firmer

Now they know their worth their mind is opening

That′s just my influence over them

See the way I lost the flow but holded it

See the way I took your tongue and scolded it

From the way you try to spit my flow

But it's way too fire for your throat

You see the heat in every flows too hot to go mimic

See the way I took the word and moulded it

They see the way I do it and they loathing it

Instantly I feel it in my bones I don′t want toast with 'em

Instantly reminded why I'm ghosting ′em

When I see the state of most of them it keeps me focussing cuz...

Incidents for instance

When I roll with my bros

It′s so instant

Victims fall victim

When they roll on they own

It's so instant

Incidents for instance

When I roll with my bros

It′s so instant

Victims fall victim

When they roll on they own

It's so instant

I gate crush

Earth matter worship

Universal, man′s seven times he rides, transform him

Hands down, catch you at the crossroads

Blinking into sunsets, lonely

Thinking 'til the morning

How nothing in this world is complete without snakes in the high grass

Sniffing all they can until they wipe out

I stay balanced like a tightrope walker

The white line stalker

Pipeline clogged like my arteries tryna lose the hell hounds after me

Thought police swamping my ground trying to marshal me

Laughing at Beelzebub waiting for my soul while I′m sitting at

The bar drinking everything commode singing drugs, money, life, death

Drown me in the night

Steps fighting in this tight net of context

Keep it moving like a bum threat

Tick this off the bucket list

It's no future when I walk through

Me and Wizzy on the deck, are they dizzy?

What, they really wanna bother, trying to step, trying to tango?

Behold, the rap Scaramanga

I'll still buy my chips where I clopped Salamander

This is dark days,

I was teething on the notion back in

Arcades down on green lane staying blasé

Half alive, never dead, but I′m half baked

I′m sitting at bar face, Stromboli man

Pete Jennings

Get slapped by the goalie hands

Man I've walked blaspheming through the holy lands

Just to start a couple momentary incidents

I′m like Mervyn Peake mixed up with Ian Fleming

There's nothing long, me and Wizzy on the deck, are they dizzy?

Do they really wanna step?

There′s nothing long, me and Wizzy on the deck, are they dizzy?

Do they really wanna step?

Incidents for instance

When I roll with my bros

It's so instant

Victims fall victim

When they roll on they own

It′s so instant

Incidents for instance

When I roll with my bros

It's so instant

Victims fall victim

When they roll on they own

It's so instant