Axe Man Lyrics

Finding clarity in solitary meditation

Rhyme is therapy that constitutes my dedication

No trepidation or hesitation

It's wasteful waiting

Blissful ignorance leading towards our decimation

My estimation journey beats the destination

Sherlocked inside my Holmes

Deep investigation

Suggest some patience

It's best to rest if you need to take it

Unless you making Sweet Love like Anita Baker

Don't need a baker

The yeast is rising

The beast awakens

Since a youth I been moved to pursue this truth I'm chasin'

Get CTE from these bars that's leavin' your noodle shaking

Drizzle with riddles it's Toasty here and I'm strudel makin'

Charged up I'm a super sleuth for a new elation

Dolphin slick with my flow like the beat is lubricated

Your style outdated like a Studebaker

On top numerator that's my human nature

Master communicator

Slash illuminator

Puffing trop strains

Blowing fruity vapors

Y'all got it twisted not gonna do you favors

Y'all got it twisted

Honey in my shirt

No pants, hundred acre woods

Wholesale prices when I pay for the goods

Axe man chop it down when I lay wood

Say she wish she could

I tell her I wish she would

When I'm gone

She tellin' me that she miss me good

When I'm gone

She tellin' me that she miss me

She tellin' me that she miss me

She tellin' me that she miss me

Big man on campus

Don't ask if you can't stomach the answer

T-Pain warned me not to fall for a dancer

Can't blame her didn't want a romancer

Now I flow with it

Top floor living

NZT mind got no limits

Listen close cause these lines got soul in it

Peaceful disrupter changing the whole system

With my pen I'm articulating the whole vision

Refuse to move my feet to the old rhythms

March to the beat of a new drum

Ready for battle regardless of who comes

It's all good like I raised two thumbs

Used to not be feeling my pain I was too numb

Bask in the ray of a new sun

Still wish you peace regardless what you done

Honey in my shirt

No pants, hundred acre woods

Wholesale prices when I pay for the goods

Axe man chop it down when I lay wood

Say she wish she could

I tell her I wish she would

When I'm gone

She tellin' me that she miss me good

When I'm gone

She tellin' me that she miss me good

She tellin' me that she miss me

She tellin' me that she miss me