Pardon me but I think I’m becomin a rapper, not the candy type but the ones with the sweetest grammar, cracker flows and chocolate hoes with bad manners, yellow bitches with smore love for they daily planners, And while they fishin for things in they note book, Im writing these bait flows now that’s a dope hook, yea yea yea, and I got the game so shook, lay fire like tyga, we well done and you over cooked, im never over looked, so understand it, im new and I never planned it, my skills they cant handle it and the wit can properly manage it, I damage it and vandal it until these beaches can sandal it, these flip floppers and dick hoppers with they tits proper, and pick poppers, like Steve Nash and the Knicks new dishwasher, im the god father, I subtly and utterly muddle the consequences of these fake niggas up under me, It’s fun to me, to play with these syllabulls, like criminals and robbin they breath and bobbin they head like some fishin poles, or in the hood with subliminals, seperating the factions, divisionals, and penitentiary prisonal walls this is the fall of traditional, is it anarchy or panicky if you gaspin for air like Jordan sparks in my canopy, cause when your vanity’s insanity, these fake niggas are fans of the, hipsta quick ta, change at the tweet of a mista, whose twit pics a blista, cause when you pop, you around and when ya gone we don’t miss ya, I’ll diss ya, empirically statistically rip ya and grip ya, harder than the tip of your dick when ya Jackin your shit uh, and a bottle lubriderm so you can squabble bout who could earn, enough money to slip by, And survive a career u turn, kuhmo im tired man, my tread is inspired man, I’m just hosin you nigggas, like Bridgestone I’m the fire man, and while I’m burnin your yield, y’all are burnin the field, your dreams go up in
smoke and I’m perfect from the field, I’m perfect in the books, my intelligence a shield, cause when your the chosen one poetic justice is a deal, i Always got good grades but a C in attendance, good thing it don’t matter like the college appendix, im blessed with a sentence, cause im locked in my mind and your love is repentance, I’m clanking my cup on these bars but making cheers to acceptance, I say grace to be thankful and thank god for the essence, lets speed it up, take these shots now, I’m in the shot your the background, y’all mix the pot, I wear the crown, im gettin high you commin back down, your flow like, thermometer, it’s gettin cold, you burnin wallets up, just stay warm, burn the hay from, that good neighbor, call it state farm, I’m in a bomb suit, got some dope shoes, at hurt locker, crackin blow fools, I’m in the aisle, call it dope foods, I’m on time, I’m never over due, I’ma late bloomer so I’m coming soon, maybe next June, maybe next fall, this is third month, I’m gettin better y’all