Flying Lotus and Shabazz Palaces - Actually Virtual

High and embellishing on the flow
Actually virtual
Traveling with nowhere to go
Nowhere to go

Black mirrors, real killers, may y'all feel us
Pig spirit, the bottom cheerers, villains' heroes
Tires peelin', eyes glarin', sky's herald, bird parker
Word hardened, pure darkness, roll it, spark it
Count cake up on the carpet, your fakeness is remarkable
You may have hit his marker, your moving targets
Parades of sharpness, dapper marksman
Flossy star men, steady Darwin, body Tarzan
That's why we call him, while we all in, Henny pouring
It's never knowin', so we totin' and we floatin'
Our lines is open, we're swingin' from the rope end
Rollin' dice and hopin' for votes from the dopemen

High and embellishing on the flow
Actually virtual
Traveling with nowhere to go
Nowhere to go

Style dirty, let's fly low and hurry
Khalil is present, put the reverence with the essence
Amongst the peasants, you're far flung of his blessing
You sippin', messin', fans hit this at the wedding
The beast it stretches, you're finite in two directions
The goons test him, he ain't impressed 'em, so they left 'em
He plastic and it's tragic but we magic like crescent
Crown crushin', another Lo beat, you can trust it
From east blew in a plush wind, with nomads that blow grass
To gold flow that's so passionate, styles dash, we so cash
Dash past the imam, black limb is transcendent
Broke minds mended, it's the genesis

Written by:
Brandon Coleman, Ishmael Reginald Butler, Stephen Lee Bruner, Steven D. Ellison

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave

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