Theory - Old Heads Lyrics

Man these old-school heads
Thinking youngin's cannot rap it nice
Preachin' trap is trash when their raps ain't even half as tight
I bet if Pac was comin' back from the afterlife
He'd pull up to your crib and slap your shit for not acting right
Now all that slack aside
Bullshit and hyperbole
Up and grab the mic
Send these lyrics down your vertebrae
It's unheard of ay
Trappin' on these Old beats
Speakin' all this wisdom through a mouth that's full of gold teeth
(Oh Jeez)
Man this theory kid ain't f*ckin round
6'4 from the floor, check him up and down
Clique winnin'
Whole team stayin' permanent
Transmission
Fams with him
(Yep Affirmative)
Jump in, causin' panic and disruption
Super manic, spewin' bars so disgusting
Spittin' like he Dustin
Really ain't no stranger thing
F*ck all your assumptions, no discussion they be make believe

Starin' at the clouds, got me visionin' in my future
No workin' 9-5's, not your average commuter
Pent up in a studio with bars and a computer and you talking bout some
Yugioh you really need a booster pack
I'm just tryna fill out all these raps
Get my money stackin, tell my parents to kickback
No need for all the stressing and the panic, just relax
They want it then I got em ain't no question left to ask
I ain't in it for the Raf, Symmonds
Or the Cash
Spittin' like a villian, got me feelin' preety mad
Cause i'm bound to blow up, damn I know it Cause I got to kid
Man I might be Magic
Mystics match me on that Potter shit
A Modern day apostle bitch
Jesus in his higher form, Write record
Elevate my mind to align with source
Higher thoughts, Third eye vision blind em all
Trust my intuition, have a vision and rewind my course
Purebred like pedigree's
On that shit you never be
Enter me, feed into my thoughts like telepathy
It's a surge of energy and some missing empathy
That leaves them bullets flyin' and them bodies in the cemetery

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