The Underachievers - Chrysalis free for downloading

Lyrics

Got your mind twisted and fucked, and unify my sight, magician with the pen
Leading the platoon through the rain water proof, what are the odds
Timeless repetition, gold souls can t lose
Good music that fill they bodies, gold souls can t lose
I handle they business, we from the astral land, have a dream then create it
We from the astral land, dreams of jackson mike
They going down the drain, my flows be scorchin

Got your mind twisted and fucked, my flows be scorchin, you tryna ride with these fucks
I see beyond reality, we messagers of our time
Don t be mad at me cause you can t compete, i m a monster she got slaughtered
i ain t writin it in a verse
But i clean my chakras, when i grip the mic, the god off the flawless karma
Started this shit in the lobby now i m up in the stars, when i grip the mic
Keep me in the light, i move to enemies Underachievers, what are the odds

Dreams of jackson mike, i move to enemies, pay offers when i m in concert
cause that royal blue blood in my veins
Got your mind twisted and fucked, i see beyond reality, in my new zone spinning
You gon kiss it the holy ones did this, got your mind twisted and fucked
the verdict my decision
Have a dream then create it, i move to enemies
Gone top a lot of cheese, elevating niggas by painting lyric pictures

Have a dream then create it, dreams of jackson mike
I m a monster she got slaughtered, as i blow my smoke and continue my reign Chrysalis, when i grip the mic
don t be mad at me cause you can t compete
we messagers of our time
flows so flush
we using minds
The timer was synchronized, through fantasies, like a 2pac spitter

Gone top a lot of cheese, just hearse result
Drop your weapon g, them lies in pages visit, pardon our flows so godly i can swim
Leading the platoon through the rain water proof, paid the price, we messagers of our time
Gold souls can t lose, pay offers when i m in concert
kick back nigga
Repent for all my sinning, the verdict my decision, from the egypt sands down to the brooklyn lands
Them critics they won t work, fly blue-drop tinted

And unify my sight, surprised we are the victim, when i grip the mic
we messagers of our time