Flow Hood

My path of static is like mathematics full of numbers
And like carpenters pull lumbers not even plumbers
Can patch my leaks and close the hatch on freaks
Misled On the block jolted galore
Dead bolt locks on my door
So in brief I hate a thief but they hardcore
Plan to fracture spines then manufacture wines in order
To get drunk a lots wet junk is hot inside my glass slaughter
Bottles of Jim Bean but they leave me slim and mean must alter
My life, falter with strife catch a knife solid like the rock of Gibraltar
The computer service wisdom to my nervous system hooked
Up to my keyboard see swords swung at my head stay shooked
Like HIGHLANDER make no sense try steal my flow strength
And chop off my head many soft on the block misled and dense
Script is so nice and equipped with a device called a microphone
Knock down walls of a home when I rap I’m a psycho on tight chrome
Like Mike Jones looking for a dime cute face and brown round
Behind, walk by grooving bling shine like brass tubing so renowned
Get local awards for my vocal chords oil and lube never eat
Spoil food have a loyal attitude only walk on clever streets