Merivale Road Flows

[Verse 1]
Shout out to Based God, I'm on my based flow
I'm in a based ride, rolling with my bass low
I broke the cement, vocal got the sea bent
Moses in the moment so don't let me open event
From a town where nothing super special ever happens
Computer heads is writing code, you'll find me home and rapping
Relationships are overlapping like a paper clip
Every second bitch has got a Youtube with some makeup tips
So how am I supposed to paint with different textures
The culture where I live is about as rich as texting up your exes
And every time I try to ride a wave
I always find a way to wind up on the wrong side of treasure island
SOS is what I'm crying 'til a beat remind me of what I am - a creature flowing with a purpose
Soaking up the rapping back when Napster was illegal surfing
So I been working, Alan Turing made a way for touring
My favorite rapper's like a world away in origin
Still I'm relating more to him than any northern men
I ain't about to hop a trend for some ends
My murder pen motion all depends on what your motive is
An outcast 'til I'm out of gas
Salute to Big and Three Stacks, I swear I lived a southern past
I tell her "shake your outer mass 'til you out of ass"
She down forever, hours pass, I don't doubt her class
I'm on a heist, tryna boost morale on the mic
But in the cypher hyper, leave a mortal man poltergeist
It's what I live for, get up out of bed for
Stand up and record in the booth 'til my legs sore
My eyes aren't on the prize, I need them for the road
Blind steering ain't the way for me to find spirit
First place is never leaving, it's few that ever seat it
Fewer keep it, and those often died enormous
So just like Hov said I'd rather do that than live dormant
The biz open, send a warning, I'm just warming up
Cloud blowing like an omen, I been off-the-doming
I'm in the moment, being reckless, kicking doors in

[Bridge x4]
Spit my shit up on a piece of paper, let it soak in

[Verse 2]
Why can't we work it out?
I saw you in the city looking down, acting upper class like you Berkeley bound
Big town, but it can't contain the way that we been distant
The text you sent me felt like just an indent
Shit, our last date was shorter than my tax break
I know I gotta get my shit in order before my ass break
Man, how much more ignoring can my ass take?
I know the shit I make is worthy of a fat rate
I'm doing it right, doing it on my birthday
Doing it for my family
Doing it bigger than Kilimanjaro
Killing a man, but not with a barrel
The flow it be my ammo
I'm doing it for the thrill of it
When's the bill coming? I don't give a fuck, I'm living like the bill's nothing
Tryna build something outta nothing
Hit it pump it make it dump it
Let the people rate it praying that they wanna bump it
When I am on my kamehameha, bill me please and I'll show run it easily
See, by then I would have for sure done it on the beat
Bawitdaba like a kid rocking on the street

[Outro]
I got the chips up, I got the soothing flows
I put that on my family jewels and my future home
I'm here to prove wrong the doubters and my future foes
Already licking on the wounds from my future blows
You gotta get it in the moment before you dead
Because a moment only last in the past and the future knows
Already put my word up all up on the track
And I don't ever go back on nothing that I used to know