Walkn Video (MV)

I'm on my da vinci code shit

My larynx booming the closest lair is the air I'm fuming
On the grimy good grief gotta sign em
Muddy waters on the oculus
The prophet spits the honest shit
Honest to god I'm praying to the mirror
Cataracts on these cattle rappers the beef is taxing
I knock the wind out the sailors they puff a duffel bag
Lacking and relapsing
Sticky thumbs sappy tree tapping these rat bastards
Patches of fur in the glue I'm knee slapping
The beast vapid
My heat rapid
The mac spitting like the country boys packing lips
Beat the beat up i will smack yo shit
Glass blowing never cracking shit
I'm past the knowledge of my other ventures
Vernacular immaculate
In my presence keeping matches lit
Murder live my sharp tongue stabbing it
Without a passing thought
I halve your hearts
The name of art
Watch where you hawking
Rock these Reeboks
Don't cross my path if you see me

I'm f*cking out here walking
I'm f*cking out here walking