i'm drunk and wanna freestyle so here it goes....



you bitches...
hahahah talking shit
aiyyo controlling the likes of mcs the type who biting/
especially when the fighting/
no tyson invention on mics/
fuck it like Jordan affordin the country next to it/
on sanctions and embargos/
aiyyo this is my drunk dark mode/
bar codes rising numbers/
mcs wanna test me better confine yourself you mumblers/
like the number im used to digit fuck it/
exquisite, spit ill over tracks, yo stamina is Didano/
used to be jurassic but still drastic on tracks with Patrick/
to blast this acid into your face, melting your knowledges/
then throttlin, i always gotta say the same words/
but still its lame, these fuckin insane people flyin over me/
with birds and crows, my house is bad luck, broken mirrors/
sinner, fuck it i'm bynging, cringing vomitin/
usually smokin the hemi too much/
but still you see me with two dutches rolled in one mouth/
i got no lung and ovuoli homely to roll me some unholy/
fuck it i say it everytime, should be reading the Qu'ran like you said/
but usually watching this song on tv talking about bombs and people/
and how moms in Palestine crying, peoples lost fathers/
they shouldnt bother, its all beef and politics/
kus umkum, the medias got you wrong aiyyo fuck it/
abolishing wigs like running up into Canadian parliment, shit and bombing people/
wearing it, believing it, im a paranoid kid/
they run around like some sharmoutas, fuck it/
i dont hate Americans, nobodys race, only governments/
the conveded everything im holdin/
plus controlling the globe usually with hemioglobin/
bleeding this whiskey, fuck it, holdin my soul in my hands, and wonderin/
is it contraband, i came from the Arab lands/
standin here with my face in the sand/
fuck it, a nomad, i dont believe in no clan/
i dont belong to North American, or borders/
fuck it no order, slow slaughter/
me and your cat and your daughter, you all get fucked/
the next generation believe it, cut in half with no penetration/
someones online, its Narcel, nah hold up Jamal Abdul Narcel/
i told you before with The Letter or was it The Parcel/
some next shit, i bring my whole boat/
the shit thats embargoed like bananas from Baghdadis and Afghani goats/
rollin on mountains with sheeps, i'm down, never be black and white on beats/
so act your age, droppin it, but still kats wanna test me like hemi/
but you still bless me like if i sneeze, believe me/
this fuckin sickness, bronchitis, i'm an othefr type shit writer/
spit over it, over the shoulder kid like my head was dandruff/
i'm decapitaing heads to make sure to make sure i got one on it/
but still fuck it you conditioned like hair softner/
and you kats always stare often....