An Ode to Te(lep)a(thy)mwork · 10:35pm Dec 24th, 2012
Stillmatic:
They say it's weird
To have your thoughts heard,
But now it's all clear!
We're just a bit connected,
Thoughts telepathically projected,
Not a single time have we wrecked it!
My best nigga has a special kind of link,
One that sticks to my mind like paper and ink,
We think the same thoughts, say the same things,
It's like our heads are attached by an invisible string!
Chorus:
We're just telepathic like that!
So we always know we have each other's back,
Both of us know when to grab the gat!
Lucius:
Yeah, we're back,
Both white, not black, spinning our gats,
More deadly than Abraham Lincoln wearing that wack ass top hat.
Capping at bitches and spooks alike,
That's the magic of friendship, motherfucker, mad beats on the mic.
Chorus:
We're just telepathic like that!
So we always know we have each other's back,
Both of us know when to grab the gat!
Lucius:
I can't think of lyrics for shit,
Why does it always end up like this?
Must be from...
Together:
ALLLL!
THAAAAT!
PIIIFFFFF!
Happy Holidays and shit, from us. Keep it trilla.
Trilliant