Knxwledge - False Info / Kafé lyrics

[False Info - Ohbliv - Verse 1]: Empty caprisun pouches in my living room Foreign pa**ed out lovelies up in my blue room Swamz, ennkay, q, and kang Unconscious on the floor Myself waking up in a daze Walking out the backdoor Seems i forgot my brain in the kitchen drawer Surrounded by the sharp silverware The reason toward why the lyrics penetrate freely With no care My one and only walks out to the back clothed in her underwear With the spliff lit Trading off feelings so atmospheric Bless her with a kiss to lips Savage savors the marijuana taste Then dips To roam the streets in peace Eyes glued on me by caucasian residents The bank seems very delicate after i started making dead presidents Professing in the business of destroying rap careers For the hell of it Who the motherf**ing best when i'm ya city Savvy baby Most definite Lost interest when you found out i was the one to impress and sh** Dynstvy Ain't no defining we We grime with grimy Didn't swami tell you that tribes vibrant and the vibes lively Finding yourself lost in the harmony And all i got is love Sending out blessings As above And so below Placing bodies in the catacombs Stuck to your soul like gum at the bottom of your sole We been on the throne of the veg Just in case you n***as didn't know Yo [Bridge]: Info, info Information for sensation Info, info Got mind stuck on vacation [Verse 2]: Gathering so much knowledge as time pa**es People in a rush Cutting through traffic To rendezvous with more sav fans to hear fantastic Wave frequencies And frequently I've been freaking these beats Until they numb Like ya gums Take it as novacane toward your brain Down to earth Yet the sun is beneath my feet Decline in your recognition is so steep While your tank is running on e Taking it step by step To the point where it's not much left And you using a staff for support And you tryna make a right So i step to the left Like a treble clef n***as attempt to wrest So i don't get much rest Because what i got in my grasp will be obtained Until i decide to let it go You sitting on side lines until i give the say so Because it will stick with me through the highs and lows Like blows jobs From the local bops nob's as they slob on knobs Tryna pick the corn off the cob And the flow is so cold So they toast to my grasp of the english language with a cup full of egg nog And all i'm tryna do Is use my nog To get my ideas across. (x2) [Kafé - Knxwledge - Verse 3]: Intricate when i make my entrance My actions cla**ified as senseless I advise you give full attention when i'm seeking vengeance Do it for my remembrance Rise in temper if you practice temperance Within my lyrics My flows are like top shelf While yours remain on the rack of clearance f** fitting up to your statistics Could give a damn on how you view my appearance Speaking hieroglyphics for the futuristic Placing my interference in the clinic Spitting that terrific F a rap critcic He talk it while i live it Competition drying up quick like acrylic Question your existence when i'm the nearest to the top spot Ain't nobody holding sympathy (4 u) Because you obviously not doing what you suppose to do While i'm here writing from the early morning Waking up in the afternoon With my beauty by my side She want me to lick the kitty Claiming it taste like (strawberries) The intimate vibes may vary And honestly this music without me is like tom without jerry