What's up? Gang life style.
That's what I'm saying.
It's like one big person just said.
Before I start,
like to make sure I'm smart
Gather my composure,
rather my swagger and my culture
Pivot my fitted,
then be gin to rivet
with a change of lyric
In other words, I reposition how I sit it
Then make you feel it like
I mispronounce belay
On second thought,
I can't make you feel it
like you diggin' your own grave
Lest you can kill
Billet,
a knight of the living passed away
Can you dig me? YMCA
I do it for my village,
the pen and his jawn linen
The beat is the Beatles,
go together like linen
And the people in some fresh linen
and some jawn linens
Fresh out of seagulls,
the pen and the needles
Back snatcher, back snatcher
Back something you can't catch
Max, it's sent like a max ratchet
Like a back ratchet
I'm back at ya,
and I pack like cat backwards
Like a hat's backwards, you know,
when the back's backwards
Yeah, like a back catcher,
the law got a long arm
like a back scratcher
But before I leave mine at home,
like a back catcher
I think about my zone,
where pimps make scratch off
the track like a DJ, easy
That's my zone, rappers, it's my deck
And if I catch you set trippin'
with my cassette
Sittin' in the zone, rappers,
it's not a threat
Consider Spaniard where I roam,
rappers, where I hone my skills
They wanna send me back home,
the devil is on my heels
The writin' is sting
like in the sequences
the police I repeat
We go together like beauty and the beast,
writin' is in my veins
The ink is the diesel,
the pen and the needles
It's neat, it's neat, it's it's
Swerve, swerve, mightier than a swerve
I'm a swerve, I am a swerve, swerve
Swerve, swerve, I'm all to my earth
The word is mightier than a swerve
And my serve is tidier than yours
Like year in St. Louis, your whole flow
I fear I sank through it
It all became clear
Like a paramedic with an
electric chest kit
Yeah, the gravity of the vocabulary
is the caliber equal to the Ex calibur
Swung with the grace of Agassi
and his amateurs
There, there was a deeper depth,
don't know how I got here
I also had a hole in my flow,
it appears I sank to it
My swing, it couldn't be seen,
I applied some paint to it
The invisible man wrapped in bandages,
in critical
Clear, the script and the score say
see the score is Count Basie
We go together like the
original and the sequel
This is the end of the trilogy
You're feeling me,
the pen and the needles
Needles, needles
Yo
FNF
Ha, ha, dry brain
Needles, what up, baby?
Success, what up, baby?
Drew, what up, pimp?
Shaktan
Ha, ha
Woo
First step, fifteen