I believe this is another amazingly on point and nuanced commentary on the insanity that follows emotionally abusive relationships. Kick back and write just like the holy Koran I got the soul and the spirit of the wrath of Kahn Some brother disin' me, or even thinkin' he With no apology, tech-tech-tech technology Whether it's in Denver, man, Houston, man, or North Dakota I use a Motorola, the mood is baking soda I'm like a pimp at a party when you say look at them rings Hitting 'em off with the see & H pure cane I'm in the fast lane, the cash lane, some think it's a bad thing Nothing but love for all my homeboys hustling drugs Man it's Equipto, put it all down for my homiesĪnd rolling my weed right next to the police The show is done, anticipating to roll a bluntīaby, getting anxious, hitting and I can't miss the focal point Playing classics, meditating these tactics to overcome Living like I'm knowing it's gonna be a drastic ending Why don't we cover the spread like the bitch never existed Six in the morning and you didn't here the Feds knock It's like a pad lock, when you in the headlock I force my rhymes in your veins like hot shot of heroin I strike in first class light fast, just like lightning Hyping up the crowd late night, and watching Tennessee TitansĮverybody just loving because we like and The outta sight, and dope lyrical white, and watchin' tricks fightin' To enter this rap game the number one contender The center of attention, we'll bend a agenda Known to drop a rhyme in on time, and prescribing accurate alignment Got twice as deep, don't forget, you know how low they get Then my homie came through with the Al Capone Suite I have to hit the scene, livin' out my dreamsĬomplete to everyone who kept their ear to the street I'm bout to go in like a movie, but no stunt double so parachute me Raps from the Tommy gun will make anybody run Raps like a Tommy gun, watch how the body run I hit the weed like I'm kamikaze next to the cosmosĬhopping up shit, yeah, with Quipto and Vago She said, "It's so damn dope they might take you to trial." I asked this little freak about my rap style
With the force that the courts call the last JediĬause I be getting headaches from these Letterman's I'm like a Harley Davidson motorcycle, born to ride Its trifling, enlightening, and frightening
When they hit me with the thunder and lightning It makes me wonder how I keep from going under One of a kind, once in a lifetime rhymes is written
Moving quicker then a centipede on enemies Ha, I'm never panicing, I'm bored stiff as a mannequinīaby its gullible, its Alice in WonderlandĪll the excuses in the world I can't understandĬause I'm a man of these times, the man to get high Yeah, in anything I do I put my everythingĪlways feeling deep inside just like Mary J. Hot like a kettle, when the pedal hits the metalĪ lot a hot sauce, now we got it popping in this bitch I'm so in love with money I keep spending 'til it runs dry
Take 'em to the Bay Bridge, make 'em strip, tell 'em jump Man, I don't have no competition, ho, all I got is enemiesĬall me Doctor J if you a baller and it's getting fatal I put my rhymes on your block then I run it just like little Darrell That's why I smell like Salvatori Faragomo with the diamond sparrow
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