Heavy Is The Head

Heavy is the head, that wear the crown,

with a durag;

popped 2 Sudafed, slipped, now he goose egg,

You know how it go, nothing home sense-,

Bouclair;

The Pie cool,

I just slide, with the sous-chef

The name do more than ring bells,

amongst the local greats;

its sets the market,

so they know, whats the going rate,

I come from catalogues, a rolodex,

of so much dope,

a coke razor, wouldn't cut it,

cause its wrote in slate,

Heiro-glyphical;

Haiku, high visible,

The style giveth, in small viles, the size mineral

going miles, and I aint get the fill,

boy this the same tank of gas, that I pumped,

since watching Benny hill,

These rappers, aint on my echelon,

they know the math;

dont be surprised, what I quoted back,

the value a grip, its script,

but ask Biff, bout the Almanac

The money, not the value of the book,

but the author's stats

Heavy is head, that wear the crown,

with the bummy sweats

That fit, fit for flag football, on Sundays Best

I mean dope,

Balenciaga till the chopper, drop,

King Geofrey Joffer,

with a lion hangin, by his chest,

Now who demoted,

I'm speaking in code, its not decoded,

its not covid, not sugar coated,

Who gassed you up, tryna sprinkle roses?

Fuck other opposers,

ni**a, Im the Opps, and the Orchestra

Hollands Opus

(and) every winner, got the hostage motive,

after your top spot

then the, black A -Octo, automotive,

We want the props, not your fuckin rings;

They want your top,

On top, of whatever buckets bring

Being de-throned, and being thrown,

out your mustard timbs

You can see the situation here

and which one, you in,

A 5/8 tiara, to go along,

with your something slim

All hail, till they snatch, the wind,

out your sail, that a luxury swim ...

And thats your END...