Emotions are from the soul

I fucked around and I made some gold

Shifty foundation, but frame will hold

Workin' this game like my futures told

Feel like ya stuntin', I see the mold

Repeatable patterns, a parrot's prose

Shit ain't creative, ain't even bold

Reach for the panic, predict the fold

Fell asleep on my time line

Unfollowed 300 no vision aligned

Got a picture that's clear in my mind

Hasn't been seen, but got my peace with it

Only fits me, so I've got the keys to it

When lane is correct

The feeling is obvious

Drop all of the masks

Dish cold for the audience

Lane is correct

Feeling is obvious

Hand on the axe

Death to parliament

Lane is correct

Feeling is obvious

Hand on the axe

Hand on the axe

Mouth on the sax

Head fully strapped

Got that Evergreen Wax

Need to achieve

The vision that I see

Know if I don't

I will never be free

Stay fully me that's the mantra I breathe

The proof that you need, how I skip on this beat

How I craft up a batch of these potions so clean

How I pack up a blunt and blow 1000 rings

Then I step up to bat with a stump and an axe

To carve out the staff for the magic I blast

To carve out a shield for the demons I sealed

To carve out a frame for the dream to reveal