Letras
My watch hand sweep like grandma did
My black card beep beep like jam packed streets
Lee Van Cleef hammer spit track rhymes that meet
From the dirty back streets, black life type cheap
When you lead all the simpletons line like sheep
But succeed in every Indian tribe fight chief
Apollo creed, not a villain but they try box me
So I follow the creed that prescribes the right cheek
Find peace in the booth, the mic reeking with truth
My uncle boo 60 proof, iris dry pеte
He needs IV, voted thе least likely
He lived and failed, liver failure the clear end scene
And cut, God bless the gone forever lost
They say less is more, try sell it to the wretched hoard
Who only see flecks and coins, threads and cloth
When you floss, drip like torrential storms
Furthermore, I am but a vessel form
Better form lexicon, bonafide not performed
In first class with the metaphors where we gone
I am him set the gender norms at the door
The ice cold refresher course when the weather warms
Out for big green like General Ross
Crowd sick teeth on a chemical roar
Credible, ten toes deep in arable soil
I don't make the rules, I just embrace the tools
In the age of cool, they say the sage is fool
A caged bull that turned rage to plates of food
Plain paper turned to paper plane routes
Waiters cater to my every whim, every win
Unassailable, way to change the mood
I shape the room for squares to not make it through
Small circle, no Urkel's, it's for the favored few
Trace the moon like the Dogon
Move like an ex con and treat my boo like Oshun
Also known for what most call flow God
It's your fault if you dozed off, snowball
Bro bro, hollow if it's not a thing
Roll call paging every solid nigga how to live
In the land of thieves, gun barrel speaks
Low lives, old tides, stuck narratives
The number of the beast, toll free, wasn't nothing free
Ain't no road signs, just strobe lights, shiny things
The glow of plateauing heights, slimy kings
Control mice vying for a slice of bling
Revolt or stay stoned like arid spring
Souls for the low price, dollar bill
My cigar stink, Tony at the bada bing
Ayo it's lonely at the top of this