My Only Talent

Rappin is all I'm good at

All I can do is rap

I can only rhyme, I cant find Afghanistan on a map

Cant change a tire, cant do my taxes

Cuz I ruined all my synapses

All im good at is spittin flames its,

True. I dont know how to dress,

Im obsessed with spittin in spanglish

Lo siento, no se, how to fix it or make shit

But ill kick that insane, cypress hill in the brain shit

Put me on the board, ill wear my nice shirt,

Climb up on the table sayin that im a minah bird

Im absurd, but I do like writin words

Just dont expect me to not eat ecstasy and then drive to work

Dont know how to budget, I just throw it, like fuck it

Make it rain on these hos, but I could flow without cussin (no

Thanks)

Make it to the pros without knowin nothin

Like im broken, door closed and my motor runnin

My credit is fair to poor,

I cant even make my bed But I use my pen to prepare for war

Rap till im dead and im headed to the source,

End up wrapped up in a Porsche

Rappin is all I'm good at