Arigato

Arigato (Is there something you could do?) I know where I'm from, I got it from a textbook A negro, the spiritual son, close to my sketchbook We stepped off the ledge, held hands with our souls twice The death so black you see the mamba, my snake bites This game got played The prophets got splits Built the ashes up to space Now look, the sun's face It's gonna be a good day up under the elm tree The crunch got a sweet tooth, snackin' the kid clean For those still stunned, left the crumb, but my nose clean My snow too pure and that's my heart when you speak mean Baggin' up sweets Unna ona un Seven mil' for the treats Now look, the sun speaks But look, But look! Arigato It's a stick up Cartoon lunch dates the kids up Your Timbuktu troops shoot, put your hands up (Freeze!) They stole all our jewels, grab my sword, up and leave So last week I shot a rapper but the manager fled He grew strong, then he returned and demanded I leave This rap game on a fidget duck you quackin' your beak (Arigato) The crusade's boots, march in 360 degrees The check's never really bigger if they pickin' at feet My cheek dimples over grace and dark twitches deplete The stove for the heat, and drama that's free You get Rockabye'd, you the Balboa in me, sheesh Arigato Badaboom, badabing Just tryna sing So let me spit it, my spiritual Indigenous The naughtiest spittle with Aboriginals The flow so original, this shits a fuckin' miracle You the maquette but the flow is too immaculate I'm still runnin' but the pigs ain't catchin' shit Slug tippin' and dippin' your Caesar salad dip And talkin' with the slang of a villain until I'm coughin' piss Coughin' piss, and I'm munchin' up on a rapper's dish Two gold chains and some playground raps dude Six gold teeth with some sticker pack tattoos, yeah What the birds see the villains do These dudes play happy until I smack them with the pedestal An ultimate decision was the bookie with the seven rebels And dissect the intellect for what he made clever The speech you delete will make you sing Badaboom, badabing, smackin' off his bling Preachin' to my mistletoe Long John Silvers and some crook' teeth Grimy like the blackest Man dingoes So when she's licking off the liquor on my lips Seven shades blacker, Uncle Genie with the wish Smugglin' the sediments to ball from the rich Speak about the ego when you end up in a ditch, snitch Brownie foot smudge, mug Handsome little fucker, on the stage I spit wack shit And that's word to my mother And my sisters and my brothers, brothers (Sup) I don't know what to say I'm going insane Up in the membrane I'm going insane Yeah Yo Yeah Yo Badaboom, badabing, smackin' off his bling And I'm just just tryna sing Yeah Yo