Film Noir - Chester Watson

Just been chilling in the wilderness

Had the fighter drone bring foam for the swivel whip

Pivot Chip Skylark’s wig any simpleton

So I guess I’m feeling real nice since I did some pills

Sike, spit ice, it’ll give you chills, nigga

Always wondered what I’d look like with a bigger grill

Might steam rice for a different seal heist

Beam lights, let the embers build, finished, killed sights

On the winter flips, wife’s pretty limber

Nick dust keeps knights at night yelling timber

My eyes getting tender from the smoke, duct seeping from the white

Silver vent get less civil rights but he’s sick, ummmm

Music kept me sane for awhile

Now my flip name got a little fame and my style

Gets an upgrade, mad bummy but he’ll show you right

Wander in the forest getting stoned with the poltergeist

It seems like life’s in film noir

I get that everyday

For the creams that are burning under lit cigs

With the super villain’s verge of earning plunder quick swigs

Chilling at the spot near the dock by the ditch bridge

Clocks get ripped as the shot gets swifter

But blast back like scratching the winds blow

Sick fit six high hats hacking his Thor

Light pack of chits with a kite or in tenfold

Eye bags cringe nose tight from the stench

I’m at the freighter still skating

But now I’m in the crater with high and box raven

Sitting higher than the ancients, blood, sap, paint

Switch gears, smoke blunts, get lunch reacquaint with

My thoughts don’t floss if it ain’t spiff

Chilling at the bank, get lost in the faint shift

Shit, my height the narrow cliff

So stoned we converse with the psychedelic schizo