Aether

I came from out the aether, rockin' God's features Beyond deepness, in the cut with Lovecraft creatures

You either with me or you not, this shit's spillin' out the pot

That's why every time I drop, they like, BUMBOCLAAT

Gun finger in the air, on my father's side They twist fingers in the air, on my momma's side

And hush finger, if you ever seen a homicide

Ay, ay, ay,

Ayo, it's Drifty P from round the way

Or lil' Chris from wey day, Talawha with battle scars

But you can't see him on my face, I "smile again" like Spartois

My homie Justin wrote that play: half man, half Lord knows, But he'll never say,

they never blessed me with no tools or a dinner plate