FIBONACCI (feat. geepmane)

I don't know how it got to this
I want to kill and I just might not resist
I love pills but I'm out, now I got the itch
I tote steel so big I got to lock my wrist (Raven)
I take baths where the Loch Ness is
And make cash hand over fist and pocket it (Thank you)
I make shit that make you stop the pit 'cause I done hopped in bringin' unconsciousness (Ooo)
Yellow belly youngins think they hot rockin' Giuseppe
Till they see me steppin' in some shit you might see on a peasant
But it's all about the swag and that's clearly where you lackin' at
These bitches throwin' it at me, I'm stuck under a cat attack (Yeah)
Matter fact, I hit the hoe that you was grabbin' at
She hooked (Whoops)
Now it's yo goofy ass who we laughin' at
Boohoo, know he sad, put it on a shirt with a matchin' hat
(Boohoo, know he sad, put it on a shirt with a matchin' hat, yeah)
But if he mad and want a issue then I'm matchin' that
He ran up and got put down like a dog, well imagine that (Woah)
I saw that comin' from a mile away
'Cause if it's games to be won then shit I'm dyin' to play
Youngins dyin' in vain, I'm puttin' ice in veins
I'm on top of this shit like white on rice, and hey
If anything I said done got under yo skin then you should confide in a friend, but that ain't me
Turn you to a firing range
I don't know how it got to this
I want to kill and I just might not resist
I love pills but I'm out, now I got the itch
I tote steel so big I got to lock my wrist (Big bitch)
I take baths where the Loch Ness is
And make cash hand over fist and pocket it (Thank you)
I make shit that make you stop the pit 'cause I done hopped in bringin' unconsciousness
All of our senses appear to rely on sort of fourier transforms
That they all seem to use the same mathematics
So again, here's evidence that the brain uses the same mathematics to decipher the sensory world as involved in the making of holograms
Which is, as they say, not proof but compelling evidence (Geepmane you're the reason for living)
Soul growin' cold, better check the fleece
I'm geeked off these Jiggas while I smoke the tree
Complete, my soul be
I'm thinkin' of synergy
Enemies drainin' energy, Woe is me
Bolder G, I be the nihilistic king
Silence I hear when these lambs speak to me
Grams of the K then I lie, can't feel my feet
My conscious awake but my body locked in sleep
Ghost in the mist bitch, treat life like a scrimmage
To me, all this shit is a joke
Yo bitch could not keep up
Told her "Get ya geek up to catch up with Raven and Ghost"
My third eye enlightened, my grip on blade tightens
I cannot have pity for foes
All these niggas ain't on shit
I see lick, I'm on it, see money I gone it, it's gone
Young Geepmane a legend when it comes to methods
I'm brewin' shit right on the stove
Bitch I ain't talkin' crack, I'm a Mac with a pack
C'est la vie, my lifestyle just go
Rockin' black in the night bitch I'm maskin' my sight
When you see me you'd think I'd be prone
Burnin' bridges, surround me in smoke now the clouds mask my presence
Can't keep people close