Realtreeskimask - Deergod, BONES

Real Tree Ski Mask cover my face

Buck knife on my waist

Make you shatter like a vase

Clean up on aisle eight, now you stuck in a foul place

Spasibo to my brat getting laced

Gone without a trace even the blood hounds

Can’t detect my trajectory on my worse day

Through the cobblestone streets I stumble off beat

SESH roll too deep

Anyone can get the beats

Anyone can ride a beat but can’t go like BONES

I throw away your flows I burn the mobile phones

You simply don’t have it in ya to be in this game

Especially when I’m around, baby call it a day

Collecting scouts, blunt froze, like the Alps

Pick up the loot and then we stash it in the couch

Tell me now, tell me whatchu all about

If we ain’t eye to eye then ya know I’m optin out

See the route that I chose

Was breakin out the mold

And findin another road that I can call my own

I’m poppin the Sean Don, my mental is long gone

You got me all wrong I got the world on hold

Pause for a moment of silence

Fuck the people, fuck the city

Want a night with no sirens

I want a day with no violence

Need a life full of kindness

I know I’m wishin on a star that will never be the brightest

Might as well cast wishes on myself cause I’m shining

And I don’t see anything else that’s blinding quite like us

The underground don’t like us, mainstream resents us

BONES kickin to a wall, unfiltered, uncensored