I wear three hats - engineer-sound provider extrodinaire
and rap habitor hand high hands is what I'm here for
Fear years of me with four beers in me
...Commandeering cheers from the markets simplicity
Made jazz soul and old school rap to lay a plat-form for cold grooves with digital claps
Now I got the flows and the know how to make most sound like they suck like chicks when they go down
Re peaks like Ice teas other half's chest size and the South Ameican cliff that claimed Left Eye
Who's to say the moods have to be grey to be cool I did The Insig and my brother caught a attitude
Damage collateral its Re with the aptitude to make it look easier then sun bathing in Malibu
Scawf and challenge you can choose to debate
But it makes as much sense as eating soup in a plate
Yall
.Feel me like velour in the strip club I did songs for women hoping they'd and skinny dip for us
And I been trying to stay single for minute been spitten intimate written rhymes to hit the internet with - TBD
Distracted by that and whatever active ingredient in tonic water mixed with a bit of seigrams
Blame demons and brand me a heathen but I'm trying to get the math like andrew gleason
Noticed bogus trying to sell tats and swag grabbed the pen to make it known theyre bout as useful as moldy baguette
This song is for the non supportive
The cant wait to hate it blowin smoke in corners yes yall
I dont need yall to tell me its dope (Thats shits dope)
And I know it i wrote it I know it thats why I hold it up
Judge it and love it if ya want it don't matta nope
The last thing i need is one of yall
[repeat]
I see no hope for the human race refusing to make an effort to not be sepratist or racists
And burnin' herbs made me real sensitive I gave some a way threw the rest in the trash - finger - expletive
Life was sweeter then Entenmann's till I vented and scared the shit out of some spectators and relatives
On my shoulder gotta hundred pound chip
And its bad its bout as useful as a caddie with out the golf bag
Unless I'm liftin'
Or throwin' a fit see sometimes I get pissed like
6 cups of tea
Tweet about it for most its no suprise for some its who'da thought like home winnin a door prize (what?)
And I should rap like most
More lies more tales of club nights and gun fights from drug sales
Scrunch face when I think about the process
The concept alone lacks progress monotonous unless
I'm 16 rebelling my gaurdiens my life'd be a reality show that I'd be staring in
....But I'm not...
And you neither
Lets hittem' with the new, doubt is not part of procedure cuz foreal
I don't need yall to tell me its dope (Thats shits dope)
And I know it i wrote it thats why I hold it up
Judge it and love it if ya want it don't matta (nope)
the last thing i need is one of yall [repeat]
credits
from ReInvited,
released June 9, 2013
Produced by Mr. Kik for ZyteGyst Recordings.
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