ADDICTED TO THE LIFESTYLE
[Solace Zeta]
HOOK:
[Whoa! Open the chalice-chauffeur/I say as we arrive at my palace-sober/]
[I've been working hard my hands're calloused-over/]
[So unlike them when I speak it doesn't reek of the foulest-odor/]
[Just grip-it & shift-it into overdrive, living life-while/addicted to the lifestyle…]
Verse 1:
Boarding-planes in DIA/
Supporting-change see-I-may/
Be rewarding mileage for frequent-fliers/
The style-is suitable-while juvenile delinquents-admire/
‘cause they think-it-conspires/
Around illegitimate-means/
But I'm not fulfilling-it, although I'm k**ing-it diligent when I'm chilling-it-careens/
Downwards through the town-herds/
But oops! The sound-swerves/
To avoid an obstacle/
There's no chance of defeat-rhyming, ‘cause the heat-I'm-in is devoid of popsicles/
When taking-ships to Costa Rica/
Or making-trips to roasts-in-Antigua/
Know I flow like the host with the most when I creep-ta/
The microphone & recite-a-poem/
The type to wipe-your-known/
Recesses. Psych!-your-prone/
To readdress-this as a mastermind who's steps-is/
Logically-an*lyzed/
Likened to the prominence of common-sense, Thinking of rap-authors drinking tap-water that chemically & biologically-sanitized/
In Third World-nations/
Just laying back slack with toes curled-waiting/
For ejaculation/
Preceded by being weeded & having coke with jack for stimulation/
But perhaps that's played out like Atari/
Or dentists on Safari/
‘cause you all relay doubt like ‘Sorry/
I don't catch-it.'/
So you won't fetch-it/
Like a dog subjected/
To abuse, reduced to a shadow of the former-self/
It must leave you steamed-while, meanwhile I'm breaking-in-a-bad-flow For raking-in-the-mad-dough like a coroner's-wealth/
So like confetti, to get lifted, I don't need to get trife-while/
I'm already addicted, to the mother f**ing lifestyle…
[HOOK]
Verse 2:
Cueing-times as I'm spewing-rhymes by the gallons/
Rip & grip mics like he's got talons/
Emerging from the epidermis/
Try-me. So who wants to defy-me? What? You want to decry-me, for encouraging the skirmish?/
In the form-of a swarm-of bulls-running, My outta control-cunning also sends-up-dust/
That appears infinite as a prompted-system & to competition when-it clears, ends-up-crushed/
Likened-to-grapes in Chilean-vineyards-of-maturity, it's cleverly-beneficial/
The striking-escape from the brazen-innards-of-immaturity, I'll never-be-superficial/
As these recycled-identities with spiteful-tendencies & yet they require-perks/
Like glamour, but freeze like tree's sap to amber When I let-it-off on tracks, set-it-off like fire-works/
On the New-Year-in-China, to get technical at spectacles I just desire-quirks/
As you-fear-vaginas of Brazilians and Sicilians/
I smile under covers removing-panties/
While my brother's snowboarding smooth-in-the-Andes/
Now it's my turn-is-right!/
I burned-as-bright/
As phosphorous from my esophagus to be prosperous/
& look, now I'm deploying-a-nice-rhyme to have all those “Damn-yous”-pardoned/
I was sober-cooking before enjoying-rice-wine overlooking a bamboo-garden/
See most rappers are the same-as-copies/
& on the mic-be unlike-me, You really can't see ‘em at games-of-hockey/
Dumba**es so they can shove-it, in public Wear sungla**es to look like they're shady-&-co*ky/
But everything I dream & sing is serene as the Canadian-Rockies/
So that while your frame's-penetrated/
I leave your brain-stimulated/
Because still at will my sk** & game's-venerated/
As it's depicted sharper than a knife's-profile/
I've come to be addicted to the lifestyle…