working on wordplay, multies & punches here, along with structuring my lyrics faster, on the page...
yo, I put the pen to the pad quick
some fascist gave me a fat lip, so that's it!
I'm done, end my career with an ad lib
But I could turn back in time- after a back flip
one life to live, it's time to leave your back stiff
cause nothing's guaranteed in life, 'cept death and taxes
I let the streets walk with me, like models on the runway
mark the service Sunday, made you nervous with the gun play
would you please- let me know when the beat's done?
You claim hood status, ever been to the street's son?
so what's be-come, of the belly of the beast; young?
Came for the weather, but I'm down for the beach buns
Mark the calender, everyday is a day trip
different times, new toilets- but the same shit
Work is dead now, cause I have the grave shift
Old school mentality- but I do keep it basic
Boss-to-newby don't see eye to eye like lasik
Old town- new world, so I call it The Matrix
Heard about Penn State, never been to the State Pen
No criminal history- you can call me fake then
I, slash tires, crack wires, like braces bent
Homebound, but I been to places that you never been
And I've, Eaten fresh pussy like fine cuisine
Get mad- cause if you've got a problem, that's fine with me
Got more drama then 50- I stir up shit like tsunamis
Which would you rather do, "eat panini or punani?"....
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