Pasta Songtext
von Mick Jenkins

Aye
All I see is impostors
Niggas postures (is) Al dente
Rarely kick it wit out (a) sensei
Just brick lay
We cut the cornerstone and scrape the
Excess Mortar wit a switchblade
Ain′t no pretty glass houses this way
Y'all got the thrift thang
All this second hand smoke I′ll pass
Perpetually bitch made
Watch his second hand coast no dap
Niggas could me wit the swiss cheese
Gotta fill in those gaps Don't wanna see ceilings
Told niggas no cap
Don't want any fillings I told the dentist no cap
No strap but he just as lethal
Desert eagle through the sands of time
No feathers feeble
I weathered storms and did the pantomime I rarely speak em
The power palpable
Hands talcum powdered when you greet him
We move discreetly it would seem that niggas barely take steps
You just don′t know I′m way more lowkey
Meet me on the base clef
I can't stress
You niggas prey about it I′m the apex

I told niggas befo


I'll do a web of lies like Willem Defoe
Gotta look em him in his eyes if u really wanna know
These niggas shapeshift
They make scenes
They like to act this shit don′t make sense
Playwrights these muthafuckas is on stages
I'm on the 50
Got a heisman trophy wit me
Stiff arm in my dickes
Rubber boots this shit get slippery
Im in no Bottega
A noble savage
I don′t want no betas in my in circle
Omega psi I got a couple dogs that's purple
You'll never know who wit me
Shit too thick on this side
All the growth been inside
I toss and a roach and let the tints rise
I′m in my bitch ride
She whip that shit like it′s a big wheel
I'm good wit this vibe

I told niggas before

I′ll do a web of lies