LB - Ribs, Rice and Champagne lyrics

[Verse 1] First off, all glory to Mahirishi Then I proceed to blow and dodge the precinct No scripture we whisper though we profit seeking The allure of an improper being We just trying to see the shores of a tropic region For a taste we keep the doctor's eating f** the foreign places Got us boxed and fleecing The morning gazes with an awkward greeting Don't hate your enemies it clouds your judgement The smell of greed when I'm around is pungent Walk a mile among the quiet rumbling Often vile if I supply the substance [Verse 2 ] I wake up and then I whisper a mantra I'm trying to slip away but I got visions to conquer Tentative monster Belly of the beast with a slick motive Script holdin' but I spit the lines with a fixed notion Lot of dudes fill their lexicon with the 'grip holding' Project blues got em jotting tunes with the fifth loaded I'm misfocused No allusion to piff toting except when it gets to thick for my sober mind to sit, blow it This ain't for him, A Dwelling where the grim stay Felon when the pen stray Pray I never see a pen state Comprende, I'm just trying to stay afloat until the end day Til they run the credits cause of the gun fetish I feel a weird sense of bliss when the son trepid It's the abyss of a young menace