I'm appalled
That you boys had the guts and the gall
I brought sand to the beach
Cause I'm sure
I'm mad wavy kid
You ain't never mattered at all
In comparison to the spectrum of life
Your problems are as small
As the way I keep my circle insured
Niggas thinking that they different
But we seen it before
I'm in the cut like
I'm seeing em sore
Gravity
What I see
Does fall
It takes time
But time don't falter
In the alter with my heart in my balls
I ain't trippen when I said it dawg
I swear I had fallen
But fuck I get up and dust myself
Off the floor
I go ballistics man I swear
I might flip off the wall
I had the vans in the back
I converse in the store
Picking steady but the options' galore
Top five
They try narrow the four
They knowing of course
I'm hella nice
You ain't gotta ask me at all
I can't just spit on some shit
That I don't feel
So every time the mic is on
Guarantee you it's some real
Or atleast some realer than
What they peddling
I meddle in the madness
Reflective of what I'm living in
A sentimental guy I cannot lie
I feel it deeply (pause)
Discernment of the vibe
Is way too high I see it clearly
I nearly lost myself
I had to get my mojo back
Now I need me a bitch
That love eating it like she Doja Cat
Coldest in the culdesac
Threats I'm always posing that
Like something in the universe shifted
The day I chose to rap
Destiny and somehow the conflict
Bring out the best in me
But let me be
You know the boy cooking I got the recipe
I'm heavenly
Painted it vividly on that LSD
That's acid rap
But like I said destiny
Ain't no Chance in that
I gotta rap
Word to Ab Dash put my Soul in that
Do a bunny hop on a op head top
Then put a hole in that
No pew pew
Kick shit like Wu Shu
Give a fuck bout who's who
It's crucial
Black magic Voodoo
I need bands like U2
Or like Led Zep'
Gimme my respect
Or catch fade like 3 step
I bleed necks
Coin up on the game so y'all know
That we next
Can't flex around here boy
You're not him you're a decoy
Kickin' shit I got mad soul
I'm Blackie Chan Bruce Leroy
Now Enter the Dragon
I'm not with the talking
I'm more about action
(But why is he spazzing)
Bitch you would be too
If you had all this passion
But that ain't the fashion
Y'all way too passive
I ain't having it
Quit all the cackling
Finna go up like a cup in the cabinet
Madness
Man of the Lord Boom Baptist
You an actress
Acting a fool for the cameras