Throw some drums in it,
Or some words, in it,
Naw this beat is too lit,
For me to lay a verse, and spit,
Awww ****,
Lets take a hit, blunts sticking like a blitz, I reminisce,
Back to the days, when the trumpets, was jumpin,
Folks all gathering around, pumpin,
No guns was dumpin,
We was just having fun back then,
Pops and grams was kickin,
Beeboop, if ya too tight,
The beat, will loosen up ya knot, old jack swing, bommerang,
And back at cha again,
**** climbin, on ya top ten,
Ill still be poppin,
Corks of champagne bottles,
That hits like a lotto,
Live today,  and dont worry abou tomorrow, down the sorrow,
Though i feel pain eases,
When i smell the scents of rain,
Or was it the strains,
Of mary jane, patiently wait to aim,
My lyrical trigger at ya brain,
Draws like a ****** drain,
Entered into ya veins,
High speed, slow down before ya crash ya needs, my breed,
Im the last of,
Dried the cries of the dove,
Feel like Prince feel, or better yet Will, they just don't understand,
The madness that sits in my hand,
Know the plan,
Keep the slaves in demand,
The best workers, are the ones that dont know, what work is,
Dusted off my collar, burned the elites flowers,
Now they call me sour, cuz books is where the real power,
Make all of these cowards devour,
Once i reign, youll feel the shower,
Bring growth through every,
Pain to grain, its insane,
That ya shamed, folks is untamed, ignorance still held the same,

Crazy flow, just let me know, when to go yo,
Im a let this ***** breath,
Braced by the church melodies, as you recieve, got ya relieved,
Once the lyrics greet, inside ya heads, says no need to compete,
Any beat i test, i put it sleep,
Cover the mic like JayZ, when he provided the snipe, get chall hyped,
Dont pipe me down, wipe me down,
The versace sizzlin' like a Habachi,
Jewels sparkin' nicely,
Next to my wifey, yall hoes need to be,
Put back on the streets, yeah,
You made a million dollars,
But ya ***** is beat,
Guess what, you just seen defeat,
Too many spirits aint to neat,
Average women daily winning, put this beat, on replay for the pinning,
Im sending,
All fakers to hell, where all enemies dwell, you can aim at my shell,
But im dead proof,
Just ask Lazarus to reveal,
The true skill, a testament to my will so chill,
Before some blood get spilled,
Huh, the more bodies of my own, seems to build me a throne,
But if i talk about another race, they love to switch up the bait,
Wait i let my thoughts *******,
Moves many styles to create,
A form new birth, chasing new worth, cut off the girth,
Of energies weighing me down, found, myself at the crossroads like Willie Brown,
Just to get a peep, at the soulfull sounds around,
****** is playing jeopardy, aint peepin the monopoly,
Twenty year tragedy, **** the majesty, when you see me,
Know im thinking quietly, but lately, things been bothering me,
So i sip my henny, and get a whiff of the breeze blowin trees,
Relieved, reminding myself to let this ***** breath, breath,

Crazy flow, just let me know, when to go yo,
Im a let this ***** breath,
Braced by the church melodies, as you recieve, got ya relieved,
Once the lyrics greet, inside ya heads, says no need to compete,
Any beat i test, i put it sleep,
Cover the mic like JayZ, when he provided the snipe, get chall hyped,
Dont pipe me down, wipe me down,
The versace sizzlin' like a Habachi,
Jewels sparkin' nicely,
Next to my wifey, yall hoes need to be,
Put back on the streets, yeah,
You made a million dollars,
But ya ***** is beat,
Guess what, you just seen defeat,
Too many spirits aint to neat,
Average women daily winning, put this beat, on replay for the pinning,
Im sending,
All fakers to hell, where all enemies dwell, you can aim at my shell,
But im dead proof,
Just ask Lazarus to reveal,
The true skill, a testament to my will so chill,
Before some blood get spilled,
Huh, the more bodies of my own, seems to build me a throne,
But if i talk about another race, they love to switch up the bait,
Wait i let my thoughts *******,
Moves many styles to create,
A form new birth, chasing new worth, cut off the girth,
Of energies weighing me down, found, myself at the crossroads like Willie Brown,
Just to get a peep, at the soulfull sounds around,
****** is playing jeopardy, aint peepin the monopoly,
Twenty year tragedy, **** the majesty, when you see me,
Know im thinking quietly, but lately, things been bothering me,
So i sip my henny, and get a whiff of the breeze blowin trees,
Relieved, reminding myself to let this ***** breath, breath,

Yo this beat so go gutter, it makes me wanna stutter,
Lay the harmony, like hot butter,
Over the toast, smoke the most,
The freshest emcee to host,
And none come close, when i make the most,
I turn ghost, when i get a scent of a roast, sweet mary,
Kind of scary, when ya senses talking senseless, what is this?,
Descendant of Enoch, and we got,
The game on lock,
No combination, i stay in rotation, like its money to be makin,
The temptations, got me creatin,
A space for my mansion haven,
Hoes misbehavin, tryna get a staple in, but peeld it off,
Downsized, play broke, but still living in an exquisite loft,




Yo its do or die, keep my eyes tight,
From the fry,
So why lie, im tryna get the same pies, that was told by the same lies,
Say we the people, see the evil that bleed through,
Say they need you, only when you,
Down on ya last buck,
And when ya broke, they dipped out, quick to cop out,
So i switched up my route, cuz instincts, stay creepin' out,
I let my melanin reveal, still tryna survive, the seven golden hills,
Say its fake, but this **** is real,
Let the hidden knowledge heal,
All those, who aint down to frill ya skill,
I potlucked it, i say **** it, wrote my own checks, system i bucked it,
Now they markin' me, like the Kennedys, or the Jackson family,
And my real thinkers, understanding me!!

Yo he ain't learned, from the 18th letter, that sneaks like a Beretta,
But holes in ya cheddar,
Not talkin' swiss, let the lyrical bullets hit, inside ya melon,
Ain't no telling, nobody yellin', been dope, since threes times a felon,
Claiming he got magic, ya **** is tragic,
Say you spit like Nas?,
You just flapping ya jaws, you ain't got the illest rhymes,
Been breakin' through time cuz I'm,
Reppin' the mic, like how it's supposed to be, you to me,
Is like a blunt, to a Doobie,
Smoke ya down,
Now ya checked in, six feet in the ground, now all come gather around,
And witness, the magnificent,
Make em beg like in a repentance,
But I dont forgive,
I live and let live, this broke kid, ain't never seen a record deal,
Like a pig that squeal, all talks turn bluff, when the **** gets real,
Ya know the deal,
Put that mic down, unless ya wanna get clowned,
All gains with no down, touchdown, in any part of ya neighborhood, giving ya mom's that extra heavy wood,
Get it understood,
Rhymes colder than Iceland, and the Rolex that sits on my hand,
Sittin' below negative zero, marked like Zorro, my hood is thorough,
We peeped ya rhymes, they couldn't hit, even if a ****** was fit, all ****,
The crowds is amped up, watch me clap up,
Emcees with ease, given with the deadliest disease,
Ain't no cure for this remedy, my enemy, shoot me I'll emerge in another energy, the synergy,
Is present, when ya test God, the fools grow hesitant,
Say you running the track, well I can see that, you placed last,
Not to fast, the blade caught ya with no ****, minus the cash,
I don't need money to flash, I get pass, in every girl, show me they ***,
Ill leave ya brains spinning like Taz,
The flows Alcatraz, bombing in Baghdad, dropping rhymes you on you fakers, y'all never had,
The skills to possess, demon infest, once the mic checks,
Dimmed the light, and watch me gain respect, that shoots like a tech,
I'm random as the lotto, number I'll be rapping, til I'm in the slumber,

Yo i put clark to the tip of my pen,
I guess you say, im super men,
I mean man,
My existence is plural,
Im on highways plus murals,
Street doctorate,
Peep the bars that get, more lethal than Gibson,
Put these bibs on,
These gerber babies, im sick as rabies,
Fatal lethal injection,
Flows like water, prepare for the exiting,
Broke the recession,
When the bars shoot, they come with aggression,
Stare ya down like MJ, did Gary,
In the 96 series,
Dont **** the sonics, but i blaze to chronic,
Stress the red hairs, like when my ***** stares,
Make her **** my ****, til her nose flare,
Better yet make her do the super head dare,
Im a Kool G, when i rap, i break mics eat then i crap,
Over wack emcees, i make em itch, like dogs ticked by fleas,
***** please,
Im the master, cause disaster, watch me plaster,
The rhyme right, ya paper thin, just ask Miss Lyte iight,
She so fine, **** i wish she was mine, but back to this rhyme,
I got reasons, why the mic, shouldn't be breathin,
I choked it out, wildn out, aint no nicks, when i flex the cannon,
Bullet dartin' like Manning, so many aint understanding,
My madness that goes without landing,
A thought on ya plane, i clogged memories, like migraines,
Eighty bars aint ****,
I spin it cold legit, grizzly bear affair,
When freaky hoes, want it from the rear, i appear,
Like a theif in the night, get ya mind right,

Darkside darkside,
Where many souls hide,
To try to cover the collide,
Of souls walking down slides,
No vibrations,
Or tones, just repetitions of the ****,
Or many blunts, to smoke on,
Maggot brain,
Understand ya grain,
You only get one chance, to gain,
The world coated riches
Hope you pick this,
Materialism, spin the ism, plus the capital, of the capitol,
Mechanism, similiar to a guerilla,
Who could come off this ill,
Lab rat, hood pharmacuedical ****,
Peep the glance,
White coats, with blue gloves dance,
To the tunes of poison theory,
Yall dont hear me,
Consciousness grow weary, when i gather real, folks near me,
Rise a nation, without the radio station,
Take this take that, but ill be dammed, if they take my gat,
I stay up to bat,
Switch sides, now peep that hoo ride, see who glide,
Lile Clyde, chillest brother puttin' spit to a St Ides,
Im old school, like Dunkaroos, my millenials aint feelin' you,
These newbies, scared of *******,
Got every body, lookin' loosey,
Men is women, women is men, what the **** is this, type trend,
I back em down with ten,
Shots bet i they all become rock,
Pause that,
Reverse that, foul on play, fifteen yards to give away,
Im like Brady touching Tamba Bay,
So better beware, when these lyrics prey,