The Verbal Surgeon - Dutches lyrics

Sick of the everyday bullsh** Back on my grind coming at you the minds a full clip Beats from Norway you know the sound is exclusive The surgeon on the track providing fuel for the movement I close my eyes and escape entrapment of flesh an*lyze the road and direction of which I step Yes, young and blessed you can't hold me back Thought I told you that, I keep it live like ghetto laundromats Come one come all and witness excellence Far from heaven sent yet less than often malevolent I never chose this, this chose me Underrated and over qualified I'm ahead of the league Remain patient and you'll see This young mind climb to the top and illuminate like sunshine Made a little of off rhymes and I came from nothing Spending tip money on my dutches Don't be a fool the eyes only deceive That's why I question what I believe you should take heed I'm a supplier of the raw that you need Supplying you with a potent dosage through the speaker feed Let the music play, turn it on turn it up Grab the dutch, split it down the middle then you fill it up There's never too much pack it tight until it it wants to bust In the green I trust, mother nature provide s for us Steady continue to groove, production from loop holes puts me in a mellow mood I lay it down on the track bu*tery smooth My hearts in it to win it I feel I can't lose There's nothing I'd rather choose, I was never given options That's why I choose to abuse mics and never plan on stopping Made a little off of rhyming and I came from nothing Spending tip money on my dutches