Dollar Arizona

Pull up like Stephon with a weed wrap & velvet on
Woodsman from the Lowa Deck, I watch for em like Peregrine
Soon to come The 2nd Renaissance, Palestine still smell of bombs
And my brothers still live check to check
But the wolves out, protect ya neck
I’m over head the whole craft, the big shit
Restore the Motherland, return the Kingship
The real shit, you feel it
I swore my 3rd eye seen it coming like the Catholics, Christians
You saw me in that golden carriage, it was just a vision
I’m living, but is this really life or one dimension? Time is a concept but it’s
something flying by me honest
Smash the Guinness Stout, I piss a portrait, Modigliani
I think I’m Cezanne with cape on, nigga flex a napalm
The power shifter, silver surfer, system crasher nigga
You know the faction, see me blasted on the acid laughing
The river, reflect my triumphs & my greatest sadness
Hit the canvas, 7 slashes, would’ve swore it was 1000 bandits
(Verbal McMahon)
The power shifter, the silver surfer, system crasher
(Spark trees, inhale aromas, dollar arizonas)
Now a nigga out the mud, do it for my brother
(The ill type persona, that’s why they always tryna clone us)
Every path they try to track so I found another
(We in the trenches, the park benches)
The power shifter, the silver surfer, system crasher
(The time spent the real prize, we never realize)
I been busy fighting all my demons
No I can’t swim, so lord why would you put me in the deep end?
In the ocean of the culture-less, bones that the vultures pick
The craft you love is broken, left half-dead & motionless
I love it, I been on this path smacked, scared & token-less
That’s fear, get over it, past affairs quit holding it
And breathe some fresh air into the game
Night steering switching lanes
Sort of like the verses scripted with the pain
Old New York like fresh graffiti on the train
Some things will just remain
Only wavy when you going with the grain
From the lower level, ain’t nowhere to go but up
I got quicker flows but for this tempo I’ma slow it up
I know some niggas know wassup
Winter passed, it was cold as fuck
I hope the zipper on your Goose, Moncler & Marm was up
Burning up, hotter than the fucking summer season
Pray to God we beat the odds & then our dollars get even
I bring the blessings, see the flow was written
Lessons, I sing the message I just hope they listen
I deaded shorty now she think I’m chauvinistic
We just different, you pray for love, I hope for distance
Cause tell me how the fuck I’m 'posed to cope with this shit
Broken heart, spoken art, enough to go ballistic
I know some kids nice at ball but rather tote the biscuit
Me, I’m just floating, don’t you see my soul is drifting
My life is like a show & yo this show is twisted
Truman, 2 grams in a cone I’m lifted
Gifted, saw the action way before it happened
Different ranges, different changes, that’s just more adapting
You feel pain but you ain’t dying, that’s your aura lasting
When it rains, the lord ain’t crying, the lord is laughing
I hear the swords clashing, I paint the door black and
Shut it forever cause we never going back in, word
The power shifter, the silver surfer, system crasher
Now a nigga out the mud, do it for my brother
Every path they try to track so I found another
The power shifter, the silver surfer, system crasher