Melbourne 0200 Freestyle Video (MV)

Sound Of Cannae

It's Sxvxnt, man

Pen drips
Pad's thick
Sun slick with the rhyme
Wax sh*t

Pen drips
Pad's thick
Sun slick with the rhyme
Wax sh*t

Pen drips
Pad's thick
Sun slick with the rhyme
Wax sh*t

Pen drips
Pad's thick
Wax sh*t
Yeah

Dos
And I'll do this sh!t to the dizeath
Kettle stays on my mind, though the fitted had to get lizeft
Trying to stay out the street, out the desert and out these harlots
Got a third passport to target, and SOC as the squad
Even Cuatro can't keep me modest with Equis season upon us
IEM on the docket, and AWOL seething my pockets
And all of this popping while globe trotting like I'm from Harlem
The City Of Gardens
Is where I'm mobbing while mom and pops are like
Listen son, we see your sparkling light
Often in motion, boarding on a flight, never home beyond a night
Tethered to your calendar, Getzen, cell and of course your mic
Gliding through the prime of your life with nan thought of a wife?
I've neither the space or time
Not even the state of mind
Ain't enough space in my racing lane
At this pace of mine
A place divine
Adjacent to Ambrige is this wave that I'm riding
Unless her name is
Nan dame bringing stasis to I
Besides my roster's got Lakers-ish vibes
Got a rotation that's amazing
A starting 5 for the ages
Plus
The Kidd's coaching better than Jason
And my newest draft class got them '85 makings
Got a
Hoodish bronze fling, she don't need caking
And a youthful blonde ting, looks like OG Raven
And a cougar to keep it hot as the heat she stays in
Keep things blazing
Keep my steez from being too brazen
Aah
Nahmean that's just the big 3 placement
That alone would've ceased the Heatles from deep ring chasing
Better believe the squad's elite
The hell would I need to stop and see
When every bree that I bed keeps it breezy
And never beseeches the god to freeze
Let me
Swerve and be, I'm just peeved at the loss of Phoe
Nah let me
Curb and breathe, I'm still grieving squandering Peach
Heavy
And word to me I ain't ceded to offing Keen and Shelly
And certainly haven't peaced it with God and me
If I ponder, that's probably
Nah, if honest, it's obviously
All the cause that I'm all afleet and abscond
From watering seeds
Or even sowing aside of my grind to see
Why would I live at the stride of Hailie, when time is Donovan's speed?
I'd rather the hunt in lieu of the harvest
The carnivore life to omni
Brother in law and uncle, in lieu of husband and father
I'm more shooter than archer
More Ruthless than Motown
More Kubrick than Oliver
More Rizzuto than Zoe Pound
But if I should settle my roots
If I choose to move to slow down
I'ma run up raw in something a wolf couldn't blow down
Something dark as moi with more mood than Union to go 'round
If it go down, she don't blow town
Mama load up then blow rounds
Shots, slugs, and shells
And give all hell to pronouns
Kinda like Violet sans the diddy, flopping, and heaux style
Check the Sol dial, it's on
It's Equis season, the launch
Setting fires to squads from Melbourne

Pen drips
Pad's thick
Sun slick with the rhyme
Wax sh*t

Pen drips
Pad's thick
Sun slick with the rhyme
Wax sh*t

Pen drips
Pad's thick
Wax sh*t
Yeah

And it's still full tilt