evolve with the notion, we in a paradimn, fine women wine, thickness on minds
blind to deceit, john turnin over leafs, the awesome flow, let your homeboys know
aint no cloud, no clutter, potent track cutter, slicin up the vice, so butter
nod beat bumpers, hatin auto correct, I spill as i spell, with my game on swell
The target ellusive, I approach it with crucial, activation energy, persistant, while menacing
the fungus among us, is not in control, purple, the purpose, watchers seem nervous
Memory of the crystal, Im mister, pull the pistol, but I aint gotta shoot, to make a lotta loot
been a long time coming, i’m the cheer and laughter, yall know the axiom, being a master
I contemplate control, with the woes of a soul brother, don’t get clapped, with your back on slop
they weird wit it, still they getting paid, if you can’t get it clean, better pay for a maid
where the busines, I get my black wallstreet, look how far i go, i don’t worship idols
do for my folks, got volts in the voice, negroes know its’ nice, I makes that noise
crockett on Davy, gravy on potatoes, got that mood for food, see the dude don’t lose
let me find what I seek, speak like an oracale, we comin out the tunnel, the funnel, or the corridor
more more fiends, for the microphone thing, scratched on my sacks, then figured i’m the king
seen so green screen, nothing ever real, I come with the skill and I dream of fields
All pro, no homo, aint’ gone fight you over no doe, if the team ain’t with me, then I gotta go solo
heed no gimmics, I’m a nap supremist, sleep on john, let’s peep what’s wrong
take ms right, put the squeeze on lock, make the party rock, when i’m poppin off
softly I whisper, but I might as well shout, everywhere I go, they wanna know,what I’m a bout
they do this, but they ain’t knowing meanings. have em biddin my will, still
life’s an algorhithm, that’s an allegory, people find it true, bless it, it’s a story
were blessed with Samantha, Creator give us answers, ever time we glance up, we prayin for the chances
I don’t want the plight, where I must test my might, I just want the light, that I’m livin right
no matter how you live, it’s just the way it is, when you see the sun, you know what day it is
when I grab the mic, yall like, there it is, put you in the mix you like yea eah
got that bump in the bay, like where it at, afro got slap, almost err day
you can tell i’m dope, from the hear say, just before I doze, i’m a get it in
Bouncing Beats with Deep Elements of Lyrical Truth.
They may call it old school because the style lasts forever.
Some call it new school because it moves the people today.
Electro Hip Hop, Meets Trap, with Golden Era Hip Hop Flavor
A joyous combination of gospel and hip-hop, Budgie’s “Holy Ghost Zone” is a euphoric LP that will stir the spirit and move the body. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 24, 2018