Ounces (feat. Jean Doe)

Yo Wildenfree Heard you got somethin' that You're cooking up right now Go ahead & let them know How you're servin' it up One time for the one time Ya feel me Yessir Well This here Is a copacetic Dope eclectic Verbal swish of a conscience tonic To create symphonics Of higher conscious Jean Doe Tell 'em what they can expect & honor Offer up that fix that you get from doctors Alter mindstate that'll shift your conscious Substance once hit it'll rid the nonsense Get adjusted to this potent content Yes Potent content Tell em really all about it Don't dilute your sound ain't gotta dumb it down Never that it's like we on them uppers now Au natural, it's like we bout to pass around The passion sounds, the gas that's extra loud The Symptoms found left crowds with a extra bounce Hidden gem like we in a Lost and found That's why we so deep call it underground See I do what we on cause elevating peons for Reasons beyond me is worth it every season I been there before but look how elevation Escalates the growth & the scale of how well aware We always truth the dare We always dare for truth Prepared for new Horizon Scared of who The fears a noose that tied in When abused by those who lose by hiding Flow is deep king Poseidon The son that touched the horizon Aformentioned ascension Step into the heavens at early state Meditate my way into them pearly gates Safe haven, sages & paolo santo But the tree's endangered So we smudge & savor Call it saving grace like Now & Laters I was thinking Life Saver's But later in life I was favored Survival's for caped crusaders Darker than the Knight like Arkham's razor That's Joker in his life trying to find a safer Way to deliver the pain and danger Simplest insanity It's that vanity Sittin' in a canopy Sippin' on a can of Tea Hitting on a gram weed Waiting on my enemies that try to banish Waitin on your enemies? Stop Spoken to existence I guess you forgot Nah man you right just pass me the rock You know what we cookin' we servin' the pot Liquid Aminos all up in the Wok Stirrin' Sippin' Servin' Spirit Bombs This is like a fusion ha Bumpin' 3 6 Mafia Don't forget to call your Ma Like you far away with Phillip Banks But my bel air is that Georgia state Up in the mound step on racist face Police attempt raids on a day to day But the only weight we push is words we say Lyrical pounds & an ounce to bake We supercharge no brake A pump fake 'nother swish Another taunt for play We writin' bars for days