(intro)
*bunch of ay's and yuh's*
Its a schlapper, its a schlapper
(Verse 1)
This beat on my bucket
Heating, I'm beatin the buzzer with buckets
Shooting like shooters from fuckin Nantucket
Exotic, not modest, I've gotta, be honest, you fall, I'mma watch it
Your pains entertaining
I hate getting wet
I'll stay in if it's raining
I am no snitch
But I'm known for complaining
Im kinda a bitch
If you know what I'm saying
No Kobe cause we ain't commercial, but shit we still flying commercial
You think you fly, and I don't wanna be the one to hurt u
I know confidence is an issue
I'm a good guy, better believe that I still fuckin merk
Believe, I'll put u in a hearse unrehearsed
Kill you with a verse
Averse to average, I work through
Greatness and it hurts to admit that I'm perfect
Perfectly pissed, disserviced, Yeah this track is so fuckin past lit
That it's burnin as if it is givin lip to anarchists
Arsonists
Analysts
Bannin this
Manliness
They are not
Fans of this
Candidness
"bad for my image" bitch
"bad for ya livin" shit
Live and ya learn all I know is I'm Killin this
Ill with the tempo and time
Chill with that red coke and wine
I'm smacking this track like im shining a dime
Like polishing mint
Press on and it's sense
They say that they profit is pence, no profit from pence
Youll end up penniless, arrested in bed
But I am a prophet en masse
Mass profit is last
The pastor in office is crass
Presiding the crosses
And tossing false lessons to those who have lost it, the ass
Not packed
And processed
But his process
Is packed with losses
Office across
From lawless, tweets like
A light night alchoholic
Alec Baldwin look alike
With the phallus of Baldwin's wife, calloused, immodest
Trite, small handed leader of the Reich
Battles, embattled a disgruntled picture
Stand up for who's down and we trod on these bitches
This a democracy, fuck your hypocrisy
Fucking reality fucking your fantasy
Land of the free
Fucking your piety
We will not be
Silent in poverty
Give me a choice
Give me a voice
Or die silently
(Bridge)
I'm the coup de gras
Of the coup de tat
In a three piece suit and a Gucci watch
They see me shoot, can this dude be stopped
Watch me bitch I'm headed to the top
Watch me bitch I'm headed to the top
Watch me bitch I'm headed to the top
Watch me bitch I'm headed to the top
Watch me
(Verse 2)
Signi-immature
No figiment of your
Imagination words
Spitting shit absurd
Nouns adjectives and verbs
Sentences for a blurb
I've written every word
That you have never heard
You sitting on the curb
While I'm out here stomping
Ground beef into dirt
And I'm out out here romping
If its me you finna skrt
Imma get you haunted
I said I ain't flexin
Bitch I'm flaunting
I said I ain't flexing
Bitch I'm flauntin
I'm fire off the bat
Automatic attack
Tippy top tippy tap till they shoot me in the back
Fricky fuck it's fact I am looking like a snack
I smack with these tactics
Fencing my pennants
Penance for defense it's intense
Pretense of me since
Im telling you
Lenience
Mean less then the sentence
Freeverse on content
Consonance with vowels like I'm
Ed Allen off that
Caught off that
We come through, we run through, cause we not, going back
Two Oceans
Both boats in
Show coasts then
Dope flows in
Forewarning
Of war soon
Adorned in
Some short goons
Will not be defined by my coast g
Even if it is my fuckin host b
I will not be defined by the rhymes in these lines to the tempo of this fuckin timed beat
The sooner that you can understand that the sooner you actually feel me
The real me
Aggressive incessant abusive you lose it
Impressive a lesson I suggest you use it
Intense with a pencil this paper infuse it
O liner one liner a young man should cruise it
But see me soon man imma have to peruse it
Through mags like a magnum
Shoot 40's with canon
Insipid, he's trippin
Don't think that he can and
Hes Living riveted
Before he's a man and
Ya shit ain't the shit bitch
I'll speak it in layman
I'm vivid, I'm livid
You neat with a crayon
