Shouts to Pusha T and Don Cannon for making a respectful move on the mainstream level. It’s appreciated. Stones Throw is the team.
Art by Jeff Jank.
Lyrics as I wrote them:
Burn the sage on these corporate waves,
they know that I’m a sadist, run these
rappers grills on a lathe.
catchin fades like baseball, I put em in a
7th inning stretcher, reflex measures are on display
hey, toe-to-toe w/ me will get you gray scale
on a white tee with black eyes and blue disposition
many parched bitches are thirsty for my position
I flow like aquafina, they watch like dinner theater.
thru a peep hole and grab the peter,
and they still wonder why I like the surface of Venus,
and getting meaner.
no amount of money is purchasing my demeanor
got demons, fiending for younger souls to scream with them
I got demons, shit I eat with them
in fact they’re the ones that tell me if I need more seasoning.
I body rock the biopsy turntable, all Cain and no Abel
all man and no fable.
panhandlers are looking at my flow for gold
they can’t smell me, sniffin through a broken nose.
throat stoic, ho, this is raw prose opium
from open-toed blowdian, honorable mention
who started to get a name for fucking up all the sessions
and ducking these life lessons all there is, is mic checking
let me catch my breath.
Shit they just go to twitter instead and settle scores
your brain is looking pretty simple on the floor.
I’m taking Armstrong steps while you’re trippin on the chord
I’m stepping over your head, I’m getting over these rappers
who laying with stale bread in a bed, y’all some vegetables,
doing white girl wishin you were white girls
rappin with the white girls, dressing like some white girls.
MC’s are avril lavine
and gotta do that Miley Cyrus just to feel like they’re king
I wasn’t born with the scepter and ring, I’m a klepto
pterodactyl with 3rd rail mouth, it’s but a dream
You better realize who the illest is.
this ain’t a game so I ain’t fuckin with scrimmages.
I can assure you I’m real
flash some paper and I’ll start to appear.
and my competition wants an appeal
I’m the best kept secret, tell your boys not to keep it