Slythot - Bob Your Head lyrics

Feelin it yet? Feelin all the depth? Feelin all those emotions Flowin' open through ya chest? In them headphones Growin with your breath Ba**lines make time for you to accept My brand of life span steadily expressed From the best of my facetime I make my own regrets Hearin' these serious experiences best Be ready for it cause its comin from my head Dark place, hard-faced, gimme some respect Swallowed like a bottle of tomorrow you'll forget Heart's safe, no pain, I am not bereft Of all of this, I'm callin it better off dead From the core of insanity to the brothers' quest Spittin in this image that only will progress Into mental centerpieces that I protect And a professional sense of expressive concepts I am not an artist who's obsessed with s** Not a party person, totally over it I have no intention of bills to collect I just wanna be some quality and honestly the best I will talk about the bomb that is in my head I will spit about the bond that I have with d**h It won't be long before you're feelin' what I've said And The SlyEye changes any views you've kept Flowin with the song, which is soon to be wrecked You know what's goin on, no new secrets Not until I'm gone, will there be reason to fret Mixin' method with the message, hey another reference Stickin' depth in the lesson in my every sentence Slammin' on the snare on its every second Yes, I know my flow so when you self represent it I get all of my due credit I'll keep makin' steps 'til theres nothing left Until everything I know stops with my breath Until the end is the only thing to expect I will not stop without it all perfect I will never let it break my neck I do not do this for your bread So take seriously what I've said Just tryna make sure you bob your head When you think of this, what do you picture? Raising high your fist or a shaking fixture? Bustin' someone's lip or some salt in a blister? Dishin somethin' sick with some tongue twisters Is this a healthy mix or does it make you pissed off? At least you can say that nothing was ripped off The energy prevents any hate on my sick songs No longer are there artists that I can get a grip on It used to be a sweet survival of the fittest Now everybody is concerned with throwin down with a witness Nobody's got the balls to say “come on, come n get it” Everybody wants to get along so they can try and hit it Desperation in the same hands that you hold ya dick with Anyone thats still a man's lookin like a cynic I've been thinkin like this since the very beginning Music scenes reminding me of Charlie Sheen's Winning I'll keep makin steps til theres nothing left Until everything I know stops with my breath Until the end is the only thing to expect I will not stop without it all perfect I will never let it break my neck I do not do this for your bread So take seriously what I've said Just tryna make sure you bob your head I know I talk a lot about my ways of being mental My mind just rides where I can really let go I find new and funny ways of being an a**hole But I try to keep them out from between those headphones However if you decide to step in my red zone I can play a game to see how far your head rolls We can re-enact punishments in Mexico If you wish to b**h then keep your mouth closed No matter what you say, my face remains cold Fists will hit lips as bullsh** still flows My words aren't frayed I say what I know Dicks can't spit or change sh** as clones Slythot is no sloth, can't stop me on this road Inspired, I am wired to keep myself composed I was never sold the mind that I own I ripped apart my brain and re-made it out of bone I'll keep makin steps til theres nothing left Until everything I know stops with my breath Until the end is the only thing to expect I will not stop without it all perfect I will never let it break my neck I do not do this for your bread So take seriously what I've said Just tryna make sure you bob your head You can take this as serious as you want But you can clearly see that thought is all I flaunt It's not really enough to make your brain pop Havin' trouble keepin up? You can hit pause Or slow it down, to show you how I wrote this down to a simple sound How I mapped it out, Threw words around Timed the rise when your eyes went wide Sequenced events presentin' these heads Its your thoughts takin' what I've said And shapin them creatively makin me expect The psychological anomalies rockin' this depth Movin with the music, stickin' with the booming You wanna have fun without being stupid I get it, I understand. No need to reprimand I don't need to dance for you to throw up your hands