A.S.O.

Flow
One thing I can say for sho is
Growing up I never knew which way the my wind was blowing
A classic misfit went undrafted had no clique to roll with
This black and Jewish bashful youth baffled by mixed emotions
Oz
My older brother was the plug
Bootleg tape recordings of
Streets sounds and a couple of discs
Midnight Marauders, the Chronic and Southernplayalistic
Took a minute but in high school I started spittin'
Toby started making beats
J kid he was with it
Marcello brought me round
Whole clique started clicking
Tai loon he was down
Only thing we lacked was vision
House parties
Shitty shows
Stupid drunk
No commission
Indecision
No limits and no gain
A ticket with no train
Chess magic and cocaine
Rabbit hole tripping no promise and no fate, it’s tragic but most things fold
under they own weight
I have no fear, yeah I’m all on my own, you’ve always been here,
you’re what I call home
I have no fear, yeah I’m all on my own, you’ve always been here,
you’re what I call home
5 years ago dropped every day I wake up
Still wake up every day
Still taking pay cuts
Still hitting cyphers on the porch
Getting blazed up
De ja vu from above
Future changed up
Tie dye was residual
Shifting states was critical
Past lives didn’t go music where take me now
Dropped out of college either way the system shake me down
Lifeless night shifts different jobs breaking and ground
From 6 to 2 to 3 to 6
This 6 fingered beast exists
Forever more and more and more
Bring meaning to the meaningless
Jamming on a magic carpet
Flying through an open door
I have no fear
Love is all I’m hoping for
Deep in my heart
New ambition new cause
New tunes new digs
New dope, new flaws
New fam who dis
New flow, new oz
All stars all in
Welcome to the new gods