Hook (mr.blankslate):

Feel the rhymes hit
Psykeclops all up in it, bitch
Don’t get twisted
We keep it live and we don’t quit
Shit
We spit with sickness
So just bare witness
Hit this, hit or miss
Get dissed on Christmas
Open up a .gif
And what the fuck is this?

Verse 1 (Psykeclops):

Wipe my slate clean leave town
Pulled over with a tail light out
Slate knew the new route
Out of the sticky situation
He told me to play the song Patience
The cops would never know we blazed it
Eyes on his taser as he ‘proached behind my Wrangler
Strangled on eminent danger
A second later he’s at my window with a pistol
And a dismal looks official
He rustled through the thistles and I heard his breath a little
He said a little something ‘bout my license, registration
“it’s a good thing Patience was playin’ on the station”
Heart skipped a beat, but there was one already playin’

Repeat Hook


Verse 2 (Psykeclops):

(one more for the road, right here, for the road…)

Movin’ away from my origins
Hard to win, sweaty skin
Overwhelmed rap veteran
Fresh like Venison
Battlin’ just keep peddlin’
Fat like Riley Henderson
Better take my medicine
‘for I jettison out
How? without a doubt
Claustrophobia foamin’ out my mouth
As I make my way South
And proceed to speed
Call me quixotic:
Dreams I believe
A simple seed indeed, not a tree
Ideology of freedom, that’s me

Run and your problems never cease
Obtuse, obese like a feats on my beats
The deceased will speak when I click my feet
Leavin’ home forever but I love these streets