Erick the Architect & George Clinton - Ezekiel’s Wheel

[Intro: Erick the Architect]
Ha, okay

[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]
Was fifteen, probably out mackin'
Red steel-plated staircases, schooled this young rapper
Big cappin', reenactments, some are jealous, some are fractured
Some'll watch them dreams slip away, that's another chapter
Change occupations, more abrasive, wanna change this season
Bang harder for a feature, sold Franklins like Aretha
Made me sick, how you snitch? Pussy purr like Eartha Kitt (Purr)
Can't determine if you think I'm ill or you just ridin' (Dick)
I icebergs the exterior if I decide the fit
Had to pen the verse proper, so they can't deny the shit
Wrote this verses at my mama's house, I hope she fast asleep
'Cause if she heard the music, no excuse to drag my feet (Damn)
How it feel to be a misery, a counselor for the creeps
The perception, how I'm watchin' horror movies every week
Can't repel what's in my head, I jot in thought and form, and speech
Some say it's poetry, some say it's ESP
Read your mind, align your chis, and burn your negativity
Bumpin' Junior Reed, I harnessed mine, so who am I to people please?
Cop fleece, cold winters, caught me like the CDC MP3s
And achieved the Jesus Piece through DLC
I see too many, tryna pump you like it's creatine
I'ma keep it G with my niggas, we don't flee the scene
Runnin' up the tab shoppin', only time I flee the scene
Watanabe on the track suit, you can't see the seams
Off the liquor, feelin' hundred-proof, big my self esteem
When the drinks is flowin' in the Juice, shawty slippery
Told me to just skrrt off in the coupe, let me get the keys (Get in)
Longest Rick Owens on the boot, shawty look at me
Steppin' for a second in a suit, check the drip on me
Reckless for my section, they my dudes, they gon' stick with me
Hate is every color, every hue, got more shit to see (For real)