‘Stimulate (Get 'em High)’

Verse 1:
You know who it be, if you don't, it be fuckin' Fineprint
Misread; flows like a .9 at ya' mind wit' the inf'red
Throwin' blows to ya spine, hittin' like a big sledge
Hammer... bust heads... the grammar
Interstellar, peep my extra-terrestrial vernacular
This vocal vocab menagerie... the spectacular
Superhuman meets Super Saiyan meets Suicide Squad Deadshot
Stompin' like Sasquatch
Oooooh weeeee, what's up wit' that?
Niggaz steady throwin' shots, but they can't fuckin' rap
Got flows soft as uvula, I'm vulgar to a vulva lyricist
Write some more pussy shit, I'll break ya fuckin' clit'ris (clit wrist)
Few might miss this, I'm here to stimulate
Invigorate, spark the brain -- now ventilate
Manipulate an' annihilate when I fire hate
Death was set to a prior date; I aim to violate
Entire fate rest in my hands, I'll bring death to ya fans
Man, just accept that you're bland
Understand, I came on a mission like Moses
Let my people go, so they can smell the roses
An'...

Hook A(x2):
Take it to the heart, take it to the soul
Take it to the head, get stimulated by the flow

Verse 2:
Life full of drama, so it hasn't been the easiest
But I go against the bull like Theseus
The hand dealt made me wanna fold, cards from a trick deck
'09 I OD'd, ready to disconnect
Underrated, some may say I overrate my skill
But I'm from the 9-0-1, Born Cipher Knowledge -- let's build
On the real, you couldn't fuck wit' my featherweight flows
Throwin' heavyweight blows -- bitch
From ya orifice, 'cause I still spit haymakers
Written wit' the needle out the haystack
Hit you in the kitchen, knock ya brains out -- ASAP
Take that for poisonin' the youth wit' ya drug propaganda
What's proper for the goose isn't proper for the gander
You don't have a goal, so I'll stop you an' ya banter
You're a panther, preyin' on vanity an' self-esteem
Promotin' greed, paranoid from that weed
Maybe if you took the time to smell the roses
An' see the beauty in life, you wouldn't have to light
Loud packs an' pop mollies
Laugh at me for sober life, but you gettin' spooked by patrol lights
I got a mantra, sing along if you will
For a clear mindstate, cloudy thoughts we will kill

Hook B(x2):
Get 'em high, get 'em high, get 'em high
From the lows, from the lows, from the lows
Take it to the heart, take it to the soul
Take it to the head, stimulate 'em wit' the flow

Take it to the heart, take it to the soul
Take it to the head, stimulate 'em wit' the flow (x4)

Outro(x2):
I believe the children are our future
I believe the children are our future
I believe the children are our future
Raise 'em up right, before they shoot ya'