Dawg, what you gonna do to this beat
That my man, Jigga Man, couldn't do at his peak?
Perform this at a show and you'll Boo'd from the seats,

Then see a bunch fans, hands down, moving their feet
$#&@ that, my grove is elite,
With fingertips fin to reflect the moon with tweet

I've got the lunar key
To pocket two or three Opportunities
Since Saul said all I got to do is breath

See, sensei say sun ray wrote Evan his song
Then light waves whispered
You're not this Evan for long,

Everything you reflect's a feature in time, so
Back Up
Black Out and give the feature some shine


Every time you come around
Notice as the podium cries

Feel it in your bones
Thick smoke loaded the skies
And in your lungs

Every time that you turn it on
Whole crowd closing there I's
Space between the logs

on and on and on

Homie has skill, knows he raps ill,

Kicking it high, fitting inside shoes Thelonious filled,
A monk in his inside and it is why he acts real,
Sick of the guys, living the lies, spitting to find a fast deal,

Kids who feind for the mass appeal
Who spit 'bout things that the massEs feel
But turn turn "E" into an "A" and the past reveals

Your free to pursue the cash yet freedom is what
The cash will steal
So I walk bare foot to sit on the peer,

Get to yellig at the ocean that I'm sick of this mirror,
He waved Then said
Listen my dear,

$#&@ a mirror and a beach,
all you need's the feature licking your ear


Every time you come around
Notice as the podium cries
Feel it in your bones

Thick smoke loaded the skies
And in your lungs
Every time that you turn it on

Whole crowd closing there I's
Space between the logs
on and on and on


I get high off the up beat,
Rocking scuffed sneaks,

Feeling like every other year
Doesn't have enough weeks
To touch peaks of rough beats from love seats

In swim suits on plump beaches where I'm reclining,
There with my guys and a little bit of Jack (Nicholson),
Nickles in the sack, so they stair at The Shining

They used to the story of dudes getting gory
Till I introduce 'em to Tory
Who back handles the Jack Daniels,

Heavy on her breath as she unwax candles,
Which makes me the wick in the middle
Thick as a riddle as I twisted a nic' of my last handful,

Flipping back channels, scuffed sneaks melting back
Into black sandles
See dog, this beat requires beach attire,

It's time to re-peice the pyre
With scuffed sneaks and tuns of other stuff we require
We'll heat each desire, leave the entire, Venue stoked,

Saying
The beat is dope, and that dude E's no joke,
But the feature's fire!


Every time you come around
Notice as the podium cries
Feel it in your bones
Thick smoke loaded the skies

And in your lungs
Every time that you turn it on
Whole crowd closing there I's
Space between the logs
on and on and on


Each camera flash pulls your self-protecting narrative to the forefront of your conscious
Soon enough, you get lost imagining yourself through the camera's lens
The brightness of this imagine blinds you to the ocean of energy you are surrounded by
It is as if you are behind a glass wall looking out onto the

Grand Canyon only it is night, and there is a bright light on your side of the glass
So illuminated, all you can see is your reflection
But do not fear
Your body is a pill love makes it all dissolve