Soundtrack To My Thought Process

Soundtrack To My Thought Process - Opio

My ni**a P Cubano hail from Santiago

He said pass me that bottle of rum we make mojitos

And puff some monte cristos while we listen to James Brown

King h****n pumpin out the J V C now

As I sip my drink begin to think about where I'm at

Tip the ashes off my cigar and start to trip on trap

Doors that await me but lately my spidey sense

Been tinglin' fingerin' out the snakes

See I move with experience choose and select

Smoke with no filter hickeys on my neck

Scratches on my back from rough sex but what's next

Goin through my cycles of 7 I retrospect

Remember when it first hit me me Phest' and Kenny

Pushin down ocean boulevard in a renty

Ha ha it's a brand new year hear me

And I'm about to get mine the harder way

Penny for my thoughts you crazy

I'm the author that illustrate

Heart attack with pen and pape can't escape

Might I be the greater innovator of the rhyme scheme

My mindstate like a lighthouse in the fog

Beamin slicin through the haze

While I'm puffin on purple I circumvent the maze

They premeditate like a rat in a cage

I'm like sly stone cobra my hands on the gauge

Blastin off stage in a haphazard way

But still hit the fat bastard with accuracy

Sayin why oh why did I need cappucino

He ran up in the starbucks

With a gat in his pea coat

Havin' flashbacks of seminary back in the east

O got robbed workin baskin Robbins 15 years old

He told me reach for the sky

Now inside my palm lies the cosmos

The omniscient prognosis

That I'm strong encodin peyote poetry

Ain't jodeci O to Z oversee

Overstand this ain't corporate sized just more precise

And go blaow like the discharge from a 45

Everytime I touch this mic you know

I put my heart into it

Formulatin' orchestrate record and make the art of music

Populations occupations 'cross the nation God forsaken

Pop my tape in watch me elevate with this new sh*t

Words of wisdom in the kitchen cookin up this energy

Wolfgang cluck can't f**k with my recipe

Heard your engine burstin' pistons

Plus you got a slow leak

Third eye vision premonition better listen closely

Who is he

Could it be O blinzy

Who is he

Could it be O blinzy

Who is he

Could it be O blinzy