DOWN CATACLYSMIC ft. Kermode Zay, Rob Buck & Neem Lyrics

Man, shoutout to my brother Sam for paving the way

For me to walk into a Target, buy some Hamm's underage

Remember back when Pops was always on my ass 'bout some grades

Now I pull up to the dealer and I ask for the Range

And now I pull up to your mom, she spitting sexual phrases

I'm giving her these strokes and now she giving me praises

They always say, "Kermode Zay you just can't miss"

Every verse a piece of art, here you should frame this

Up in the Louvre or whatever they call that shit up in Paris

Even my unreleased shit would make Picasso embarrassed

Just ripped a bong that looked like Rick from the show Rick & Morty

Now I'm spitting shit that makes your friends and family adore me

Now I'm reminiscing how it was back at seventeen

Buying gas station carts off the BP on 7th Street

Now I'm chiefing pressure on the regular, like I'm running the trap

Got so much on my mind like Abe Lincoln with the hat

I pack a gat but pray I don't gotta use it

You'd think these bars are just music, to me this shit's therapeutic

That means I do this shit for therapy

Like Johnny Nash, no more rain, I see with clarity (oh yeah)

I'm really doing me, spreading love, living carefree

But some y'all hating on the next up like a Pharisee

And what I write scare rappers like they reading some Larry King

So if you said I ain't the hottest out, then that's just heresy (ayyy)

I got a Spotted Cow jersey on me, yeah we drink indigenously

Golden gradient just like the Eau Claire sunset skies I'm kissing

Not anymore though, kush I been inhaling lately hasn't been hitting

Clouds to the ceiling, numb to all feeling, holes in my lungs as they pleading by singing

My ears are ringing, hope I don't get worse at mixing

Hopefully it's temporary like a book straight out of a library, my bars are scary

I'm always grinding, need a tooth fairy

Too bad that shit be imaginary like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny

The sweeter the juice, the blacker the berry

Because some fuckers ain't been fortunate enough to have something to believe in

We aiding in to the debt-ination of our planet with y'all Christmas dealing

Y'all culture stealing, money fiending

Oppress the poor 'til they die on the street, scheming on the bodies of women

Guess freedom ain't a thing no more

It's ironic 'cause this is America, everything that I'm doing seem federal

While Trump supporters fuck cousins in trailer parks

Only chug water while you all drink 7-Up

I'm leveling up, you leveling down

Your bitch already on the bottom floor, you a clown

She been down on me since like seven o'cock I mean clock, now she mounting (yuh)

She mounting me bitch (aye)

Got your girl on my dick (yuh, aye)

Alright Neem, take it away (ah)

Never introduce myself I'm like, "bitch you know who this is"

Creeping up so stealthily that no one even notices

Moving like the fucking Grinch, I'm robbing Christmas bonuses

Wicked like Senate and House contributing to homelessness

God damned if I ain't getting money in big amounts

God damned if I'm a clip, I would hold a hundred rounds

Oh shit! I ran out of weed, I need to cop an ounce

Going goofy off this looney blunt, I'm smoking Mickey Mouse

Think I see cartoons in the trees, is this shit even real?

Think your shit is sweet? I'll leave you bitter like a lemon peel

Hurt a bitches feelings and she tried to ask how I would feel

Bitch I'm cold as hell, I'm using puppies as a riot shield

OH! You'll never guess which angle I'll be coming from

OH! I'm so heated I could melt the fucking sun

OH! Losing all control but I just let it run

Devil tried to steal my soul but they ain't never gave me one

I'm a fucking menace, in my safe is something dangerous

Multi-lingual, I could beat your ass in seven languages

Traveling through space and time, I'm questioning what day it is

Going dumb but get more brain than Harvard, Yale and Cambridge

Everybody asking what I'm up to, you don't have to know

Demon going to sleep in a coffin, my Dracula Fleau (ha, ha)

I'm so paranoid I can't sit down with my back to the door

See somebody coming through, I'm dropping yo ass to the floor

Cancelling your concept of reality, cruising through time

Always I'm harassing you motherfuckers using my rhyme

Losing my mind when I step inside going mad for the booth

I don't even have to try, I'm still moving faster than you

I have no sympathy

I live for this shit

This shit ain't nothin' to me man

I'm nice widdit

Ha, ha

My money long

My pockets deep

No pocket watchin' in these parts

We straight gassin', cuttin' straight to the bricks

Chanel optics got me seein' shit