Wally What - Zelda Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Breez Evahflowin'] SH5 in SC. Breez Evahflowin', Wally What. Lifted and gifted, Stronghold. Yo [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Hearts of darkness deeply rooted, deadly MACinations For guns of calibration, some pull more than gravitation To reverse creation and salivate with anticipation Facing your fears, wasting peers, see who has ears Listen here or stand clear like toxic fumes concocted Doomsday devices and human shells consuming L's For whom the bell tolls, the hellhole repels those Up in the joints like elbows. Sell hopes and dreams So if we conversate, it seems I ain't complete without cream So the weak-willed inspired by the airtight gear Seek thrills through nightmares—who want to bite, there's A line from the rhyme. It don't mind Just as long as there's dime in two kinds Why are there days of the 9 mill? My mind's chilled by the ways that a rhyme k** Think about it. You talk it, you got to back it up Or pack it up and quit because your first could be your last hit It's getting drastic. Cats be flipping out their caskets For last licks, hollering unfriendly ghost is Seeds ain't seen a dollar as the fiscal year approaches To a close. Highs and lows like tides The eyes tend to stick rented chicks and rides You picked the lies. I'll be picked the Most High If I must die, ain't nobody faking the cry Forsaken am I, taking the time to ask, “Why?” Ain't nobody faking the cry Forsaken am I, taking the time to ask, “Why?” Taking the time to ask, “Why?” Ask, “Why?” (Why?) [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] So chess is the name of the quest and the flame for the best remain Or leave in the cold wind in the air like pelican brains Forever the skeleton frame's out the closet, bones Jump back, become viral to monotone We borrow bones and shells get sent back This is angry beach wars. Tell me, do you like the Sun on your back? The Solar System, the mad molarism speaking out the back Of your mouth like your tooth was expressing the root of wisdom Cataclysmic verses that'll c-c-crash the Earth Splash the water from the kings who remain. But what is worse? Like, three of those. The torpedoes hit Understood in studio, styles seem supported Bring it back again for life as you know it Blind spaceships attack from the poet's page In principles of probable remainder, getting caused By paranormic, spasmic modes of the pencil, stupid We wrote it... to... ceive... intelligence Receiving irrelevance born out the negligence Remember these in the back of your mind like elephants Assa**ination for them dollar bills, dead president Manifestation, bar codes next to the orbal For those who seem like it's more or less But it's moral-less and it's more of the best That wait to go back with a heavenly rest Spread through the leprosy quickness, sedifies in sand Caught up in the angelic beings who searched for jinns There's a rhythm. We dance in the balance party Club Yin and Yang. Hit sound factories and barred, we Travel the molds. Lymph is swolled Attacking the crowd with prose in alphabetical-order stereo Transform. Move on Ask questions? Why? With the answers through stereo Words back to back Measuring the height of the mics contracting, in fact It's giving birth to another “Staques” We making candles from digging in the wax Wax