A.P.M. - Word Lyrics

Yea yea Wonderkeys
Pen to the paper
Don't write rhymes on my Phone
Brain in outer space
You can find me
In my zone
I'm all alone it's the way i like it
When i light spliff i get excited
When the flames ignited
It's so inviting
Relaxed kick back no six pack
Just a piff pack
Don't worry about
These knuckleheads
And knick knacks
It's all chit chat
But most won't get that
Caught up in the hype
But where's The light?
Oh let me get that
Flick flick oh shit we rhyme sick
Any beat doesn't matter
Who i'm with
It's Jred and Simon Quest
Diamond pressed
What we hear nowadays
It takes a bit
Til i'm impressed
Style fresh
Straight out the box
We got it locked
Wonderkeys are you home
We had to knock
Pencil to papyrus
When i heard this
Fire niceness
Something inside of me sparked
Not lifeless
The stars aligned
And put me on a path
So i don't follow
That dollar sign
This art is mine
Two galaxies collide
Combine and forever Shine
As long as i continue
To use this pen of mine
Drip drip goes the ink
On the Sheets
Shits sick bro lets go halfers
On a beat
Chalk to side walk fire dragon
Breathing heat
We're writing rhymes
Wherever it may be
Steadily energy
Increase til the spark
Turned into a flame
I make music for myself first
Don't care
Who complains
Never point fingers
And try to find who to blame
I spread love Everyday
Hope you do the same
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We so sick
We make medicine ill
I'm Tom Edison
You're venison
A genuine meal
Ubiquitous rhythm
Our vision keeping it classic
School of hard knocks
A plus is the average
I write rhymes u sit still bite Nails
Call me Moby Dick
Sit on my white whale
Sink ships I'm trying to set sale
You fly high riding coat tails
Cash rules everything around me
Surround sound loud does not astound
Bound proudly from the underground
Mainstream drowned
A hell bound
Crowned king
With profound Nouns
Inbound on clowns
The beat knocking
I'm home alone McKully Kulkin
We got old school class
But you flunking
We not bluffing
Like john cena we running in
Circle full of jerks
U the last rapper coming in
Can't stand it
Demand your attention
Reach for the prize
We rise high ascension
And you know we professional
Hype team
And we flex when we rest
Like a pipe dream
Action camera sight
Right to the fight scene
Hear me dirty on the mic
But the hype clean
You can't cage what you can't catch
No lie
You know I'm fly til I die
Like a bird fight
I puff pass
This philosophy of my mine
It's quality then quantity
It's modestly the prime
And my shine
Leave a third eye blinded
History reminds time not to Rewind it
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