*somethin' lite* (brief intermission) Lyrics

Coughin' up blood from the spit I wrote

Chose love, of the skill and dope quotes

Over the things you boasted, to boost an ego or float boats

Nothin' you speak is cold-bone, chillin' equalin' this hosts flow throwin'

Aint no pre, sequel or ghost

Coast left reppin', best steppin' out inside a cypher

I'm chest deckin', freshly pickin' out like Peter Piper

You shreddin' .svnth? Never said it, setting stones, await ya

Heaven's gate ya

You played the game but lost, so pay up

Anoint a page, son. Set the bar? I bet I raise one

And drop the anchor, like it's an anvil on you sayers

Rapping's second nature, I'll black, then ask about it later

Question passion, player? Then catch a gash, across then slay ya, but wait

Get your weight up and say what you want, you achin' like clay

I'm bankin that it's that time of the month

Trade-in your savings for something greater, you babbling dunce

Created these layers to pave the way for you trifling punks, what