Coleman Perin - Natural Selection (feat. Sado) Lyrics

Unstoppable, but really a logical dude
Rock with the crew have you eating some hospital food
Composite mood, got me lost in a opposite groove
Chopping a fool getting top when I hop in the pool
Copping the jewels, wanna f*ck but I'm not the mood
She calling me rude, cause now I got something to prove
Straight bars yo I modify my infantry
They display the hate and then monetize the imagery
Learn more from my defeats so I don't optimize the victory
Take me back in time, then I'm lost inside the history
Lost inside a mystery, trapped in captivity
I only speak literally have to act physically
It's come down to just salaries and bread
Hip hop is still alive originality is dead
Connect to what I'm saying portraying my best image
Got to live in peace before I can rest in it
Early bird catch the word wait your turn
Everything in sight could burn when I go and place the words
It's mathematics but I been above average
Spit crack I could kick tracks backwards, whoa

Out of my mind on that astral projection
Won't be selected for this natural selection
Out of my mind on that astral projection
Won't be selected for this natural selection

Yeah, Look
These rappers don't come with knives and shanks they shooting blanks
Way I'm flipping all these racks I cash it all and probably break the bank
Hit a lick on the governmental regime man I raid the place
F*ck it leave the reaper but I take the tank
I'll take the thanks for the rest these rappers flows cause they stealing mine
Peep my last tape it's gonna reveal the crime
I'm running laps 'round these cats I ain't in my prime
Back to the future, girls checking me like time
My aura so divine, the weed made me recline
It'll take these pussies three weeks to write a f*cking rhyme
And I wrote this outside in the past twenty minutes
I'm so ahead of my time that you start when I finish
Windows tinted take my word the Aston Martin is quick
Turn heads and drop jaws when I walk in this bitch
Look at where I'm at I be talking my shit and...
Coleman brought the sauce for the hit little bitch
Look both ways before you cross me
And she want it in the morning I ain't talking coffee
I done ran from the Jake's but they never caught me
Man they'd have to off me
I be killing em' softly

I'm, I'm, I'm

Out of my mind on that astral projection
Won't be selected for this natural selection
Out of my mind on that astral projection
Won't be selected for this natural selection