Makin the tec squirt till Ive built a network,
Risin higher than skyscraper tenant's net worth,
Line up like im the clerk, go to work, rappers are next to hearse,
Never been through the worst,while i have, Next up to be first,

Kill it like a kamikaze, Kawasaki motor-mouth quirks,
Only show you the truth like we the Young Turks,
The tongue spurt creations tighter than the bond of Ernie and Burt,
Easy on the cheesy, watchin my weight like I lurk,


Movin tons like freight liners, but my business finer,
Cocaine level Coach bag designer, gemstone miner,
Couchlocked in a recliner, bomb with 2 seconds on the timer,
Goin off like a terrorizing tiger, got fuego like lighters,

Got pesos like when pacquio versus any other fighter,
Mayweather may weather when facing my raw leather,
Skin thicker than an apex leopard, vapid off some vapor,
I meaaan, im rapid, spit classic with tactics thatre drastic,
The last of a dying breed, no fucks given to fame,
From a time before tumblr, hashtags and twitter names,
Rockin the gold and black krew sweatshirt on my back,
Since back when time was abstract, when all that mattered was jack,


Im talking nothin but shit kickin, drink sippin and gettin wacked by Jill,
Doin smack till it kills, thats what ive been around in my lil' vill',
Pill poppin since a teen, smokin nightmares, chasin american dreams,
In the clouds with pelicans lettin off steam, but only peregrines on my team,

The paragon of the paragraph,Only spittin fact,
Pennin truth like Martin in his youth on underground railroad tracks,
Newschool mack who took toadstools before class,
Then added ludes and crack before ODing durin codeine naps,

Most obscene with a lyrical knack to stop anyother act,
Foolish and ill make you drool and wish you had what i have intact,
Inbetween cracks where the buds rose like the moon in the black,
Runnin with an unpopular pack, weirdos that do dabs by the slab,
Thick ass cannons like were on Spanish galleons,
Firing broadside, gun sideways peepin out the lowride,
All my verses rawhide got hearses goin a slow 5,
Pull up to the graveyard, gorgin on some old pine,

Homegrown dope vine we heat while we dodging swine,
Aint gonna end up slaughtered like the sheeple and bovine,
Masses clear the way before i move mountains, make disasters shine,
Clothlesline the corrpt, hang em up to dry while in the mode: wine,

No complaining im saying i mean i sip crushed grapes,
Merlot got the cosign while hos get slow off the fine white chin',
Lines easily rhyme when the timing height is at its prime,
Synchronities like merging cities, its all just meant to align,