@Who's Saying This

From the paranormal mind of the worlds foremost cognitively apt, Comes a rush of analogous flow, Take a seat and lean back, As this psychedelic toxin overdose of lisp effectively infects the deoxyribonucleic acids of this track, Lyrically transcribe tricyclic anti-depressants for those whom my mere presence exposes the confidence they lack, For the sake of keeping it real, I'm just too good for record deals, Subliminal mental illusion artist inking the hearts of those my words are often eye targets, I appeal    Discreet secretions in the form of knowledge keeps 'em cumming back so much I call 'em nymphowhoaholics, Whatcha need, know I got it, Planters Seed, I spit knowledge, If divinity is a gift then consider this my allegiance to that alliance, Sorta kinda like a beast, ancient soul of the Mayans, Rhodium status life radiates like blue diamonds shining, Consider this a cease and desist order to all those envious laced thoughts kept in secret, just know your silen

There will no doubt be some that will find offense to what I’m about to say, I don’t give a fuck, no way, ‘cause I’m already heaven saved, so far up I rise from sand… BITCHES, BITCHES, BITCHES ….Click and bob your fucking head. Bitches, Bitches, Bitches Written by: Amari L. Williams (Hook) YYYYYYYOOOOOOUUUUUU BITCHES,BITCHES,BITCHES Don't know me (You) Bitches, bitches, bitches, Can't hold me, (You) Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Wanna know me now (You) Bitches all around, wishing & wanting to tie me down,     What the fuck mind gone genius, blown off chopped up kush no seedings, plot & scheming alls uh nigga really here for, Who's Saying This aka Mr. Top Spot no dreaming pitch black tint push button start goes top down no ceilings, (Hook) BITCHES,BITCHES,BITCHES Don't know I run the business now, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, I hold the fucking crown, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Lips tight silence, bitches all around Too late for then, it's over for yo