Chill 32 -

Aw, come and call me the Medusa, yo I be getting you stoned

I have changed, I have grown, I’m amazed on growth I’m saying

We bout to cruise, smoking billy’s around the bush

Have a doof, I’ll relax in the back and I pack the kush

Like ooo, yo we be living in the peace

Every shit cunt, mouldering crap, catching our breeze

And every sad sack is imagining what it be

To be a mad lad, chatting back, having their demons under control

First I gotta top up the bowl

Never slacking, you ain’t won’t ver catch me hop on the doll

Look, now I’ll nver say I don’t slip

But don’t trip, I’m still aiming out to Mars and won’t miss

So sick, I’m focused

If I listen clear, I can hear you scream I’m the dopest

Oh shit, y’all be riding my waves

And if I’m quiet, I can kinda hear the whining and hate

Damn, I deliver with the confidence

The don, I got that mix of the rhyme and flow, shit

So mean that it’s monstrous

Badonkadonks, I see when I ignite the show

Too dope, it’s Seaning, he’s back

And he’s leaping, the traction he seeps from his tracks

He’s so nice huh, in real life yuh

My bros chill and they drip them good vibes

Pick up that mic, chillest flows but it’s hot

Ain’t nobody up the scene got what I got

Nah, except a mouth and a brain to make a verse

Only difference is that I know how it fucking works

And ladies, now I know my fucking worth

You chase me down to make you up and squirt

Shit, yo, we be forging a palace

They call me Darwin boy but I was born in Alice, arghh!

My bro (My bro), my bro (My bro), my br- bro, that’s too dope (Ahh)

My bro (My bro), my bro (My bro), my br- bro, that’s too dope (Aye)

My bro, my br- bro-, my bro, my br- bro- that’s too dope (Ahh)

That- that’s too dope (Facts), that- that’s too dope (My bro)

Shit, ha