Haha…these motherfuckers watch too much Disney…
Now get with me…
Light up some grass n proceed to stimulate the mental
Rappin with pasties im high increasing my credentials
Like pastels n pencils Ima sketch mad colourful pictures
Outlining with artistic precision traumas dope rap mixtures
I keep to myself
For years I’ve dwelt in my mind the only refuge ive ever felt
Never completely satisfied with life in itself and what ive got
Smoking pot i dream of wealth, love and a life that’s heartfelt
Blessin the mic turning restless to hype delving deep
Contrary to popular belief hip-hops not all in the beef
So im rappin on the side of the street n freestyling in pubs
And clubs that bang that hip-hop sound with no plug-ins
Im lovin this it’s the bomb it’s the shit all I wanna do is just spit
And rip it with all that ive got I’ll give it
Fuckin illiterate feinds I’m hittin u kids at the knees
Featherweight emcees im not coppin ya pleas
Fuck these gangsta emcees you tryin real hard to bleed
U in need of a style makeover it’s not that hard to see
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Spit it from the heart, spit a thousand darts, split ya head apart…
Emcees depart, like rubin carter my hurricane left u scarred…
Like a spiked bat grammatical bar, like a wonderland drug…
Tumble - ing like a flagon of rum and 2 blunts, like the funk baby…