last past November when
Clown kid got pounded
in with the Timberlands
They left him trembling,
he was not remembering
Never tuck your denim in
just to floss an emblem
Some would debate you, "Wait,
the fella ate gelatin
Or he been listening in to what his
weathermen's was telling him"
When I could feel it in my
melanin, it's compelling
Us to break them off, no reassembling
No science-fiction to to no theater near you,
coming soon to
Fuck with you frequently like how
phases of the moon would do
You could gather 'round
like it was an eclipse
Just don't look directly to the bitch,
you may be blinded by the scripts
Pass the L, the lass tells us an absurd tale
All hail, King Geedorah, the third rail
700 volts holds rap to a standstill
Fool ignore the rule,
fuck up and get his man killed
Two bottles of Dom got his hands filled
And so goes the days of our lives
as the hourglass sand spill
And built with Passion and a
glass of the 'Ze
(And the lights went down and hey!)
And I knew it was the last day
Wig-Twisting Season
Season
When some could get their wigs
twisted back within reason
Mostly with these crimes of treason
And you'll be lucky if there's no
squeezing even this evening
From how he's feeling,
thrilling choice of flow is sick
He's the villain with the million
dollar voice-throw trick
trick
He's like a ventriloquist,
with his fist in the speaker's back
Couldn't think of no uniquer track,
nope, sneak attack
It don't really matter how big them
is so much as a nipple
Cause you could have a
chick with D-Triple
'Cept 'Cept the nipple little,
just hot off the griddle
Like how he do monkey rhymers,
like Monkey-in-the-Middle by by by by his damn self
Ain't no average MC ahead of me
Getting cheddar instead of
the probably better pedigree
With nicknames,
sick games as Rick James
Messy games,
sci-fly such such as Jesse James
Blast, I figure,
ass-hawking ass ass titty licker
Last one to walk up in,
fast-talking city city slicker
Got bagged cause of the
dirty chick with make-up
Bail Bail out quick for the 7:30 wake-up
My only backup was an A-cup,
as as far as May
To when the leaves turn red and
gold to Nimrod earth day
All else? Worthless to say
(And the lights went down
and hey!)
It's like a mosquito,
the much sweeter resent the act
I been bent back since my
Physical went back
Since, Cultured more of my kin
And for them I keep an L
rolled in this hellhole
Hold your head, use your head and hold,
or be dead and cold
In the worsest way,
soon as the leaves show red and gold
To 'round Nimrod release day
And all else? Needless to say
Wait a motherfucking minute!
true facts presented
The names was probably changed
just to protect who ain't in it
The XP was three-quarters tinted,
4 5ths was
converted
The way his shit was twisted? Ask
