Real Tree Ski Mask cover my face
Buck knife on my waist
Make you shatter like a vase
Clean up on aisle eight, now you stuck in a foul place
Spasibo to my brat getting laced
Gone without a trace even the blood hounds
Cant detect my trajectory on my worse day
Through the cobblestone streets I stumble off beat
SESH roll too deep
Anyone can get the beats
Anyone can ride a beat but cant go like BONES
I throw away your flows I burn the mobile phones
You simply dont have it in ya to be in this game
Especially when Im around, baby call it a day
Collecting scouts, blunt froze, like the Alps
Pick up the loot and then we stash it in the couch
Tell me now, tell me whatchu all about
If we aint eye to eye then ya know Im optin out
See the route that I chose
Was breakin out the mold
And findin another road that I can call my own
Im poppin the chandon, my mental is long gone
You got me all wrong I got the world on hold
Pause for a moment of silence
Fuck the people, fuck the city
Want a night with no sirens
I want a day with no violence
Need a life full of kindness
I know Im wishin on a star that will never be the brightest
Might as well cast wishes on myself cause Im shining
And I dont see anything else thats blinding quite like us
The underground dont like us, mainstream resents us
BONES kickin to a wall, unfiltered, uncensored