Cats on This Site

You walk on routes and talk about you good and not true hood
Live corrupt and should give up trying to rhyme only a few should
Remain in the game, I try write like SHAKESPEARE
Fakes fear and can’t make clear a purpose in a circus of snakes here
Cats not all real just a small meal for me to snack on like chips
Out of my sick clout yall can’t pick out the meaning of my tight script
Sit on low stools and flow cool yall go to school still don’t know well
Your dummy scriptures are like funny pictures a bunch of cartoons
And your art doomed raggedy hearts don’t bloom need a smart tune
You write and alarm while mine are quiet warm like whites you swarm
Around racism and use the name Christ to give lame advice that harms
You not Ghetto so let go, you whack bitches flirt lies put on shirt and ties
Live rich, born with a silver spoon, shiver in rooms rhyme hurt skies
And bring black rains with your whack games need to retire
Not due for a rehire