Parabellum ft. Myles Bullen & ToadStool Lyrics

I like to walk as slowly as possible

Eat pomegranates with a spoon

See dying everyday as optional

What am I living to do

I'm a needy ghost

I need a decent dose

Being seen exposed

Peep the recent post 

Another awkward pose 

Indeed feed the folks

I took the Concord coach 

So I could see the show

Eye on the mountain 

That I'm climbing 

Eye on the ocean

The tides rising

Till I'm 86'd

I am fine dining

Hand speaking 

I'm signing 

I will die rhyming

Tryna find a way to find way out

Rhymin since the days I was

playground bound, I'm raised now

Not too concerned with ya two cents

Fuchsia swirls on the Stool's blend

Suture nerves till my cruel end 

The way I move pens like

Spilt milk

Buried alive

Snakes in the line of sight like Kill Bill

Fury entwined,

Further the rhyme with that ill will

Surgical lines for purging they spines

Emerging with a purpose to find

Searching for words to lurch

In shadows when the earth will decline

Certainly further demise

But it's murky in the works of my mind

It murders me to think this certain search

Of person defines

My own purpose to climb 

Straight up outta the hole

Been about in the fold

Ya clout is worth the same amount

As those mountains of coal

I feel the weight of the world

Acting like Atlas's clone

Back bone snapping tryna

Capture the hope

And we ain't never seen the same sights

Hoping for a copasetic moment

On the this late night

Right

Wander heaven with my eyes closed

Tryna see it inside of myself

And break the spiral

And we ain't never seen the same sights

Focus on the motive approaching

To such a great height

Right

Wander heaven with my eyes closed

Tryna see it inside of myself

And break the spiral

Parabellum when I spit

Letters written while at war

Keep my focus on the art

Let the robots keep the score

Nothing changed but the weight

Rusty boxcutter raps

Got the Snopes on the ready

Niggas never utter facts

Alarm set for 6

Don't wake until it's 10

Early bird gets the warm

Late bloomers get the win

I don't give a flying fuck

Bout what the radio airs

I only make the shit

That I wanna hear

Yeah

Real G's move in silence

Prolly explains why 

There ain't shit about me quiet

Oh yeah

There no denying

That I am pariah in some circles

I'm fine with that

They talk shit behind my back

And then claim they bump my tracks

When its face to face

Used to beg for validation

Nigga bought an MPC

For the clout, and now it's waiting

In the closet while collecting dust

I promise

It takes all of my arm strength

Not to deck niggas

Calling my music content

Fuck the nonsense

And we ain't never seen the same sights

Hoping for a copasetic moment

On the this late night

Right

Wander heaven with my eyes closed

Tryna see it inside of myself

And break the spiral

And we ain't never seen the same sights

Focus on the motive approaching

To such a great height

Right

Wander heaven with my eyes closed

Tryna see it inside of myself

And break the spiral

And we ain't never seen the same sights

Hoping for a copasetic moment

On the this late night

Right

Wander heaven with my eyes closed

Tryna see it inside of myself

And break the spiral

And we ain't never seen the same sights

Focus on the motive approaching

To such a great height

Right

Wander heaven with my eyes closed

Tryna see it inside of myself

And break the spiral

Y'all bitter

Corrupt rhyme spitters

With a clutched nine milli

Stashed behind smiles given

In the aisles I'm sitting

At the rap shows

Half the reason why

I'm always posted in the back rows

It's facts tho

I come off as an asshole

I don't buy your vibes

You're suspicious

I don't connect to the diatribes

You're shitting out that exit wound

You call a mouth

I see it crystal clear, dude

I ain't buddy-buddy with

Y'all niggas, and that scares you

Now you're fearful

Eyes darting back & forth

Like the cops are at ya door

With their body cams off

Now, you're tryna beg and reason

Cuz, when I get the mic next

You know a mausoleum

Is the property you're leasing

Oh yeah, speaking of squalor

Got the blogs politicking

Cuz, the business up here

Is based on who's cock you're licking

As far I'm concerned

it's crystal clear that it's not their's

My gas tank says

That I got years

before I'm hitting E, nigga