I owe my grandma 2 grand, the chronic abusing man
Drinking straight liquid THC if I can
Agent Cryptic the heart stroker
Thought provoker, the ATF sativa smoker uh
I like to praise Jesus in my stanzas
And these cheeks I'm turning em
The modern bard, throw down hard
With the Dialogues in my library, your philosophy is contrary
I'm not a shy Jew, for I am in service to you
When I fall in love, I can only go up
Ask the Lioness, only left cause of stress
She tried to help, then I put the Chuck Bukowski on her
(Why you wanna... choose drugs over me?)
Girl you crazy? The details, hazey
No time for manipulative ****
Mess with me I'll toss you in the Tartarus pit
My emcee act it's, hella bombastic
These lyrics I spit make your soul ecstatic
So if you wanna know how I flow, these Phi seeds I sow
With the bass low, making your speakers blow
Then let me get down
Channeling the spirit of Christopher Wallace