Scrimage Lyrics - Singles - At Last

Exsr: 

I'm on top of the fucking world, right where I wanna be, 

I must be doing something right if you gon' hate on me, 

Envy mine, that's gifted right, apply the feet, 

Sugarcoating everything you lack 'cause we know you're weak, 

A king without a crown 'cause I dont need it, 

If you're feeling heated don't redeem it shit complete it, 

The skill is undeniable we're on a high note all the time, 

You want a legend on a track you went to seeing it live, 

Who the fuck you think started all of this for all of you, 

If the name is still around you know the skill is good, 

Exsr, Reverie, Pash One, Relevant, on an Infameezy beat (Pfff), 

This is heaven sent, 

Atl and stf the running team that's running liver, 

Remember that before you stand you gotta sit, 

Study give the shit you talk before you lose your tongue, 

Leave you motherfuckers sounding just like William Hung. 

Reverie: 

Atlast have found the formula to make people adore ya, 

Kosjer 7 a 4 a.k.a euphoria, 

Touring a morgan I'm dissecting your organs, 

Your spineless corps is worthless but your brain goes in the storage, 

And when the time comes and these pills get the best of me, 

I scrimmage to that sewage you call the brain, 

It's the recipe, 

This is how I'm hidden a tide, the mise, touch their insides without even looking into they eyes, 

Add a couple jealousy, just a pinch of pavement, 

All the shit you talk but would never say to my face bitch, 

Just mix it up you'll get all that you desire, 

Now breathe it really slowly as we put it over the fire, 

Take a sip, clench your thirst, 

When your glass shatters before you you gon' see the truth hurts, 

'Cause now you're stepping on your own medicine, word, 

And that's how the fuck you can be murdered on the verse. 

Atlast: 

Ah, bury my head inside a canister, 

These people talking down on me and I ain't even mad at ya, 

I I I am the only one that's handeling scrabbling babbeling scribbeling causing all these damages, 

Atlast is savages, smoking cavage cabbage kiss, 

The only real mc's, keep the fucking acronyms, 

Things happening, doctor is the antonym, 

You hear this flow we open wounds and leave on bandages, 

I instantly kill enemies so viciously, 

Them misery is history I show them sign my sympathy, 

Realisticly, I got visions in addition, 

Despite the visions they just isn't feeling missing, 

Ah, plus we open that humility, 

Suspicious start to flexing disabilities, 

They mad at me but then again I got girls feeling me, 

Atlast is dope well that isn't a high prebelief. 

Pash One: 

I spit that high and narrow suicidal kamikaze, 

That means it's hot to death, 

You gonna hear about me, 

It's proper mindfuck when you deal with us, 

I ain't even heaven sent yet I stay blessed on the cut, 

I'm leaving proof that the best is never been here, 

There've been number sides offenses like Mexican familias, 

A warrior, so I know these kids with guns, 

I know it's nice to meet you the name's Pash One, 

So if you ever thought of pulling out your handgun, 

Stepped to our pigs mindframe with Charlie Benson, 

Swinging on a pendulum overdosing on red rum, 

Than come and get some.