Attuned

I chill and I let the vibe, set the high

Never mind, you know cuz of how my eyes low

Watching televised, half ass rappers

That should be lucky to just survive

They hearts filled with hate, vanity, and petty lies

But me, I'm a steady guy, never flip flop

I'm hip hop, raps of any kind Stringing up my lingo

Reminiscing back to Sega and Nintendo

The Endo strong, cuz I feel like I went back in time

Spacing out, staring off, losing track my Artistic Fantastic mind

So I grab the gas, refuel, and I Pack a dime

And I'm glad to find that I don't need wings or Red Bull to have to fly