they want me front and center
i was lumped in with the winners, pumping in the winter
to keep the fire burning, got dumped into the ember
stay steadfast so the bread'll last, theres nothing to remember
just shit to look forward to, check the line then audible
they pining for the recordables
with proper timing its all in due
point twenty five crack, every half, coin two to five sacks
the sum of all of my fears
to be the rapflava informer for years
street exception to these purist, complete conception to these tourists
now its like the locals is jaded, dont know a keepsake from sacred
title of virtuvian man, i retake it naked
his excellency evidently better than me, that i never could see
truly played it fair, called a death cab for cutie and payed the fair
ims her favorite, yea,
and with a pump of the fist, you jump the ship
got buns to kiss, feelin hung with the fifth
the man behind the puns and the quips
one with the ...this
good ol reliable crack
so impossible, bet i could do that
other mcs so close yet so far away
better yet , so far today
moreover, its all cobra since the fifth ward poured over
refugees now, like being poor is over
venomous FEMA, the whole tenaments fevered, writing is exact science
got my pen in the beaker
on the eve of a cure, got get my breathing secure, this real shit, evening allure
awaiting a proper hell the demons insure, and the views scenic im sure
try to comfort myself, semen occurs
a good seed in the cement
just the way the wind blows, couldnt even repent
dont care, fuck the ghetto, you fucks pluck my petals, but im keepin my scent
roots confirmed, couple obtuse attributes was learned, got mom dukes concerned
the booth could burn, the flow so relaxing, aint know who to perm
now i got a couple of heads, sets of eyes for the trouble ahead
hot heads in the sink lead to think i was bred to shrink
nah im massive, brooklyn mastiff, for the battery in my back, i took in acid
im like a 9volt a fine jolt i invoke, lying blokes, get fuckas froze
with a juxtapose tie in with toast, i suppose i am just lost(lowst)
food for thought, a self deprecating pie to the host*
i guess i am just gross
good ol reliable crack
so impossible, bet i could do that
other mcs so close yet so far away
better yet ...so far today
*just incase you aint get it, you know how on dumb old shows they would throw a cream pie in the host face in shit
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