Mr. Bristol - Olympus (prod. Mr. Bristol) lyrics

[Verse One] Who the coldest and the tightest on the mic? That's me The whitest mothaf**a that you ever did see I pull up to the scene, sour cream complexion Inspecting, detecting, correcting defection Injecting your heads with infectious inflection Collecting, reflecting, selecting direction Attaining attention, pursuing progression Playfully planting the perfect perception Cure imperfections through pure introspection And astral projection My mind is my weapon The next resurrection I'm steadily blessing Rejecting objections And lacking respect for the jakes Never making mistakes No affection for snakes Yeah I'm cutting the gra** like everyday Then I puff then I puff then I pa** you the dank Let the indigo wave overflow in your brain You a slave to the papes But there's hope for escape Just take what you love and make it your life Intuition and pa**ion will guide you through strife At the end of the tunnel's a light So you gotta keep your eyes fixed Keep fighting the titans [Hook] Hold up now, who the f** thinks they're gonna tell me to tone it down? See me on the streets with the team, we blowing loud Br-break it down by the pound, it go around When I'm sitting in the throne with the crown, I'ma hold it down Who the f** thinks they're gonna tell me to tone it down? See me on the streets with the team, we blowing loud Br-break it down by the pound, it go around When I'm sitting in the throne with the crown, I'ma hold it down [Verse Two] Now I got the whole globe under my hypnosis Slipping you a dose of the potent potion Causing commotion, the boldest, smooth like lotion Moving the ma**es, harmonic motion I want you to know this I'ma be here when its all looking hopeless You can find me just floating through the cosmic All our ganja is chronic Our shrooms hydroponic, our acid is toxic I'm crafting the tonic, philosophic logic Chaotic melodic, I'm dropping the bombest Faster than sonic, there's no f**ing contest, so stop it I really suggest, put that weak sh** to rest Cuz it's testing my patience You flexing and faking, just wasting your impact I keep all of the rhymes intact in fact its a violent act When I body a track You would think I'm on crack with how fast that I'm stacking these racks on these racks on these racks All my rapping is whack, I'm just playing I don't even know what I'm saying But I have to confess I'm possessed with this quest To just free the oppressed of this nation Stay blessed and stay brazen [Hook Two] Who the f** thinks they're gonna tell me to tone it down? See me on the streets with the team, we blowing loud Br-break it down by the pound, it go around When the time comes around for the fam and the friends I'ma hold sh** down