Mirage (feat. Big Sen, Denmark Vessey, Earl Sweatshirt & Merrill Garbus)

Stepped out like scoobie doo and the gang.

With a sack of treats as the case completes the villains knew the name we was stuffing chillums with lame.

Back when dime sacks was a thing.

Now we glide cross the sky’s like lu kang.

No shame. We carried the state on our back like new quarter change.

Rats was at em like Elmira to Maximilian.

I was focused on the craft I knew racks was in the cards.

Sorta mutant I seemed to see though the ceilings.

Some homies hid under tables.

My head was up in the stars.

The real large know **** that caved in but still gods some said it’s pre programmed some state it’s up to allah.

You ask me it’s all part the mirage.

Who’s that. It’s Chris and q in the Subaru

O yeah I hit me in the heart one day it’s just words a string of letter I smashed together

....a random sequence culture casts the weather inshallah could last forever I don’t have to be here but I made it through

... through a maelstrom the directors cut might not even make the album that’s where the melanated melancholy styles from fly birdie fly be as wise as the owl Keep the eye of a falcon that’s eyeing the sparrow eye know my daughters watching I know you watch me I know the times is rocky I know it’s hard to remember it blurred December was brrr....my ten toes dig in the dirt feeling the earth I’m willing to merch, fourth quarter finals moxy.. it was dark like the light forgot me o lord then a spark Then a scent of singed rosemary, when reality bit it pierced my heart.. but lifted hardships my soul carried... a voice close near me said don’t be so scary enjoy yo 30’s listen I’m still looking for father figures around me in even **** who clowned me the last laugh is a nectar but the sweetest getback is being completely free (facts) completely me... the smell of burnt sage let the seasons reek don’t over think it breathe deep frequently