Past don’t haunt me (feat. aScott)B’z

[Verse 1: aScott]
I'm burning trees
Like I have a disease
But the only aids I got
Happens to be
In the words that I speak

I'm constantly searching for the peak

In life, climbin' higher
Never writer for hire
Instead I desire
To spit all that fire
That make the whack one perspire

So its ginger jesus
Bitches on the penis
If your mcs are weak and you got a dope beat
Then you need us

[Verse 2: bz]
Diving right in
To the rhyme again
Girls ride my pole
Like a fireman
Tomorrow's rap artists
I'm siring
These aaliyah rappers
Need to try again
//aaliyah's packers
Need to try again

Try again, yeah, back up
Dildos and timbos
They should strap up
I ain't searchin' for a
Fast slut, a fast buck
I just wanna move forward
Got no time to back up

It's simple, my tempo
Rides the instrumental
Rides it rough and gentle
Good for you like lentil
When my pencil extends
From my mental

The matching
Dental presental has
No chinks, no oriental

In my armor, killing
All these villainous musicians
Like I'm karma, willing
The good into existence

[AScott interlude]

Never pissin, away
A second even when I stray
From the words that my mom
And my daimon say
Cause the next second
I reckon
I'll have a nother chance
To be neglectin'
Their wisdom delivered
But if I follow their direction
Soon after be forgettin'
The sin that I was sweatin'

So the past don't haunt me
The past don't haunt me

Tune out and drop in, as i've heard some say;
Act during the day, think when head hits hay
When you act listen to god, when you think, think you create him;
Both sides bring peace, but a mixture brings hatred

[AScott interlude and next two bars]
Fly higher than the last space shuttle
Joint got me past viewpoint of the Hubbell

[Verse 3: bz]
Ms. finney caught me playin' bubble trouble
Peaced in me jeep, swag like barney rubble
Flow persistent
Like a mining dad down in wheelin'
You can't manage my flow
When I'm electric feelin'
When my rhymes smell fishy
My mind casts and reels
And I catch the real, relatable words
That have mass appeal
Then I put em in my tackle box
Walk across the gravel rocks
From my mind's eye
To my iMac's eye
And deliver the fish
To the people
And fill both wish
Of the fisherman's
Aphorish
Tunes feed 'em for the day
They read the words I say
And learn how to fish
Now, that shit cray

[Verse 4: aScott]
Now, that shit cray
Ain't it lecrae?
Now, roll up a bible page
And lets get blazed

[Verse 5: bz]
Mix up the hebrew haze
With ten commandment crip
Take a pencil
And the apple from genesis
Some say we degenerates
Like jim crow confederates
They too cool for the bible
My brain's bic gets better rips