Touch. Grace.

fuckin touch grace mane
pack it up and let it go
it be gettin old
watching these bustas
flexin tryna show
acting like they mean something 
boy you fuckin missed that window
jumping for nothing you get the least
while reachin for the most

step to the rhythm
keep it movin
know the game like algorithm
keeping it low
and keep it dirty
tundra lurkin in the murky waters
ten toes down and never lackin
with that common sense
boy you must be fuckin dense
to come and test so re assess
everybody want their turn
to play with the fire
burn yourself on the wire
time is tight
with the fight
for the spotlight
bodies stackin on the pyre
catch me vibin in the glow
of the indigo
on the low low
Ima blow on my own time solo
hit a mothafucka with the
thump thump thump
and the back of the trunk is bussin
never to be trustin
lack of hustle
flex that muscle
takin off the muzzle
I be watchin like its 1984
bustas closin shop
when tempature droppin
with the colder flow
all for show

touch grace mane

TOUCH GRACE

TUNDRAMANE