State-Line Underground Freestyle Video (MV)

Light bean catch a dream, I can really seer
No beef, but the crease on the finest sneakers
I'm increasing my Orishas with a calm demeanor
Stoic poet blowing ether, so much soul my feet hurt
Planet Tiamat, she tell me that she breathing conscious
Grab the skull and blow the smoke, I see the stars of prophets
Constellations contemplating if we really got 'em
I got family international, Venice and Scotland
In the public, I be vast because of paranoia
More like clairvoyance, I can hear the ones that's crossing, Brody hear em also
Little Brody a Picasso, little sister prophet

Woah, different cloth that came from cookie, middle finger law
We was screaming, f*ck the nonsense, living like a
Eight years of war, I'm glad I made it out alive
True and living gaze into days with a heart of fire
Gon' buy my bro a Audemars, cause that's the Beamer charm
Gon' let the family out the swamp, I feel it through my arm
I knew I'd I fell upon my face and then I respawn
Grace given to the space cause I'm reborn
Can't wait to see the day that me and E tour, hey
Every beat that I made, me and E tore
Even the score, yea