Pa**ion Hifi - Rorschach & Atticus lyrics

[Intro: Rorschach] Ay! Put a wax in each swisher A gram in each blunt The seeds go to wifey, you know how that roll [Verse I: Rorschach] As I stand in this four corner room smoking with criminals Speak on life as an individual it's pitiful Out of spite, I might actually spit at you Swallow loogey's full of the lyrical The spirit'll get high or suffer madness from the cannabis Can you tell me where the balance is? Ashoka flow will turn your soldiers soul to pacifist Or blow you out like a candle close to Ca**ius fist Callus but I rather see the caliph reprimanded Than double tapping and keeping with Kardashian's Or steady trapping trynna tie the ends Immaculate when sentenced life to pad and pen Used to be pa**ive as the seconds ticked They pa**ed me by as far fetched The Pharcyde turned me to activist Looked at her face and grabbed her by the wrist Took to blade to face and then I rendered time irrelevant Looked at my hand stained by the pen Murder written in red, to err is human But when I get away this err wins As far as I could tell but in this haste of me leaving I left a paper trail Looked at my wrist and saw the hours close to hand I punched the clock the pa**ed the cops And then the sirens rang Scribbling sentences filled with rhythm in time Serving life sentences for k**ing minutes with rhyme [Verse II: Atticus] Runnin' high with the crew Mixing bud with the brew Crew-neck, bloodstain from the brain he just blew Pouring up sh**. Throwing up sh** Mad as f** cause he know he f**ed up sh**, for himself In a blink of an eye, got 25 to life Crossfaded to forget the stink in his eye And he understands the concept to live and let die Dying on the inside like his unborn child On his sh**, compiled for awhile Till the pile hit the fan So he claims to be darker like a spray tan Hiding behind his Ray Bans As he stares at his fate no it's never too late to pray, man Whispered the same man that made man He asked, “Why? Ain't you the one with the game plan?” It's simple and plain, man There's no free will, word up, Free Will… [Skit: GoodFella & (Moor)] Damn, I want to munch. I should've saran'd my lunch (Don't even trip, I got you right here) Oh for real, hey, yo back that up! Damn Banana nut? (You already know)