Doing My Thing

Like a label I stick to material and write sick lyrical to
Put in a bold bottle as your role model I’m spiritual and true
You a sad strange man like a bad arranged plan shit is mission
Impossible like Tom Cruise I calm fools like you need decision
Making, look you a true jerk while I do work my flavor ill
Like labor at mills raw stuff like sawdust even neighbors are thrill
Like using urinals Piss on fakes that make mistakes my behavior kills
you don’t groove holy and you move slowly like an old car
you can’t crank up and you bankrupt how can you be a bold star?
Create mail and elaborate in detail when speaking like Martin
Luther King on the street starting with fruitier bling but departing
Street life like a scared country boy, hustle too fast can harden
Hearts like a poor love affair, hardcore thug my hairs in dreads
Like Bob Marley, not a whack softy ill like hot black coffee
Add a dash of brandy and keep my cash handy so back off me
Write art so unique it mark the streets like sidewalks as my pride
Talk and tell a story where am I going hell or glory? Must decide
Hell its whack writing this so I’m attacking with biting fist like
Sugar Shane Mosley leaving pain boldly on bodies of all type
With skill I approach with steam but like a coach do teams its
Wise and clearly I’m getting criticize severely on my scheme and skits