The Verbal Surgeon - Float On lyrics

The blunt is so long, my mind is so gone THC up in my protons, as I float on... [Verse 1: The Verbal Surgeon] Colorful soul flow, a handful so soulful This is raw, you fail to pay attention so you don't know About the Surgeon and Inkorrect with the intellect It's dangerous what we possess it's best you watch your step This is effortless, you can't contest with this Poet composing sinister sentences; verbal excrement Pissing excellence, causing damage to your regiment Disturbing the peace within your residence I aim to be relevant, the flow is heaven sent I never cared to make cents since I'd rather make sense No nonsense I'm just being honest When you see me feel free to flee, like a bomb threat My capability of damage is beyond that Be careful of the words you exchange, I might bomb back Venomous with the poetry No controlling what flows from me [Verse 2: Inkorrect] THC raps, my notepad bleeds facts Homie ease back; weak emcees get their G's snatched OZ's know I need that No sleep, catch me knee deep creepin' in this here trap But these tracks are non-profit, still rock it With energy like a socket, you're not sick Eight-ball corner pocket Hit the record shop, cop a vinyl then I chop it Split a dutch, spin up the exotic, light it take a long hit Mosh pits with bikers don't hit as hard as my blunts do Give you the 1,2, pa** it you're slumped sayin' uncle We came to rumble, smokin' a jumbo like Columbo Pummeling the saxophones, laxin' kickin' cla**ic poems Every line's a hatchet thrown at your dome Take the phone out your hand, send you back to home Send you back to home, back to home