‘JUST FLOW (‘Drive Slow’ FreetheStyleMIX)’

Verse:
These fools can't hold the kid, they ambisinister
I preach just to raise some hell, then dap the minister
Sour like– anodal shock, an' dabbed in vinegar
Never wanna see me shine, –they drab an' miniature
So gone, –talkin' all that shit out they neck
{-} Poppin' them suppository percs, do derogatory work
Wanna go out an' get on? Never how the story works
{-} Whole lot of years to attain all them +cheers/Cheers+
{-} No need for +Sam Malone+, or +Lily Sternin+
Reason why I jam alone? I'm really learnin'
Get better than I am, in a zone, I feel the burnin'
Do it for the fam that's known I've had this yearnin'
Since a youth, put the pen to the pad, just go
{-} Started out wit' poetry, developed to a flow
Morph to a deluge when I'm mad, crush a throat
{-} Make a mince wit' ya' epiglottis, stay manically episodic
Go tell 'em f' the topic, nothin' I do is linear
Tryna overstand it? Only gon' be the end of ya'
You a visitor, I'm local– wit' a lotta rich history
The product, an' you sick of me
Put you out ya' misery, I know you feelin' blasé
Down in them doldrums, torpid in the bah-day (body)
All I ever needed was help, you chose to sha-mé (shame)
Claimin' that my hands always out like Khaby Lamé
Cah-pay (copy)? Best you keep ya' smackers sewed up
Don't go speakin' on me, bruh; {-} think an' hol' up
You don't know me like that, eighty miles from ya' ambit
This Chess, not Candyland, —hit you wit' that Evans Gambit
Gotta hand it to him, –like a super-secret handshake
Ain't used to heat this man make, proof that beasts are man-made
Boosted an' feel damn great, crucial like a mandate
Through wit' all yo' bland ways; juice an' you just mayonnaise
Hand grenades I be writin', an' got lightnin'
{-} Stuffed wit' the ship in an impossible bottle
I done tossed it in a maelstrom, conjured in a mailroom
Delivery's chaotic, my recipe just spells doom
{–} My mind is a Philosopher's stone, I make gold
'Bout mine when I'm rockin' the 'phone, so take notes
{-} I'm fine cold rockin' alone, now take hold
{-} Design, cold-locked in a zone, I break molds
Awake cold, but I sleep good
'Cause– I found comfort in gelidity
Made a duvet out a blanket of snow, bankin' to blow
Bust a tranq in ya' throat, snooze all ya' naysayin'
I'm rarely vacayin', but– I could use a whole day
Gotta lotta stress to release, could use a ho face
Request for me to dumb it down, answer wit' usually no way
A picture of my e'ryday life, no ukiyoé