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ryler smith - meditation lyrics

[verse 1:]
chop a rapper if he ain’t break his neck
call the ref
im effing these regulations
when on my set
the young adept
who never adapts
coming correct
now bring it back
indica weed keep me intact
put on the map
my city, my continent
for my confidants
for my conglemerates
-ssociates, my pops and moms
slipping no confidence
renaissance of the taurus
dont f-ck around
when coming on the chorus
i come in loud

[hook:]
steady, closed eye meditation
bust the technique when its on
i feel the must
yah, rushing in it with a patience
in this realm i do belong
my n-gga just, rrraah
heavy focus meditation
bust the technique when its on
i feel the must
yah. to rush right in with impatience
my nerves i gotta keep em calm
its how it is

[verse 2:]
f-cked up like snorting crack
touch it down like quarterback
i waste yo whole album with one verse on a shorter track
got my supporter’s back
and know they got mine
we shut it down
exposing phony macks who sour like wine
power of mind
i never hit brakes
that feels unnatural
discs burning hot fire outta the c-n-l
i channel my foul thoughts
never endorse doubts
all sorts, of various fake types
in this sauce now

[hook:]
steady
closed eye meditation
bust the technique when its on
i feel the must
yah, rushing in it with a patience
in this realm i do belong
my n-gga just
(rraahh)
heavy focus meditation
bust the technique when its on
i feel the must
yuh. to rush right in with impatience
my nerves i gotta keep em calm
it’s how it is

[verse 3:]
dibs yuh
flipping the cards up
written my testament
i feel that a part of me
may be driven by marihuana
in my armor
i meditate
i smell the endo yuh
it get calm to you dropping to zero temperature
i bust my chi on spot
when n-ggas screech
ain’t selling rocks, but limited vinyls
tapes and cd’s
now we taking speed
on run ways to tel aviv
my cherrie bella got no weave
cause we keep it real with the st–z
my n-gga please

[verse 4:]
this for my g’s and g’sisses
f-ck phony b-tches and n-ggas who
think they own the world
cause they know some glitches
back in the business
we diggin up cracks and niches
scratching ditches for the rugged
that you f-ck with
when you itch to play listen
up on a mission
to deliver the illest feel
real abyss material
spilling it on the reel
it getting sealed
so f-ck it up or get k!lled
in a rap game
where any new n-gga can cop a field
getting green like copper roof build
we gotta move hills
for cooperation starts decreasing
until its reaching a still
now n-gga chill
dont be jealous or catch a feel
i do it for the love
cause selling free tracks won’t scratch a meal
now let it heal

[outro:]
how it is
in the 17 to the 18
how we live

how we dig

- ryler smith lyrics

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