Crackpot Jukebox

They say it's like drugs in your nose, instead it goes inside your ears You hear me Guito? When I write rhymes I cook crack However you want to get high, roll it up, stick it inside your ear Just listen to it its drugs. Stick it in your veins if you have to Feels like I'm cooking crack writing raps The book of rhymes is the stash I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans You, you and you, it's hot right now man Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll serve you again Feels like I'm cooking crack writing raps The book of rhymes is the stash I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans You, you and you, it's hot right now fam Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll serve you again They look like kilos as I turn through the pages, my tongues a razor I chop the product up and serve the drugs to my neighbors Some people love to get high and they skydive when the high comedown Bagging up more product up cause they come back around Like blow! There's another rhyme time to get high It's like the pandemic, mad feens standing in line K9 think it's a crime ran forensics on my book of rhymes Discovered unsolved murders where MC's tried and died The crack that they supplied was not as good as mine So look at mine, fish scale dimes Put your hands behind your back is what the officer cried Yellow tape the whole block while police lights shine But if they look inside my book of rhymes they might think twice Cause the feens might go crazy if they can't get high That's why, I got connects all throughout the system I got the judge, got the lawyers and the lord is my witness What did you discover at the crime scene It was like artwork, the way he sliced it, incision by incision Feels like I'm cooking crack writing raps The book of rhymes is the stash I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans You, you and you, it's hot right now man Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll serve you again Feels like I'm cooking crack writing raps The book of rhymes is the stash I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans You, you and you, it's hot right now fam Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll serve you again I mix the poetry with floetry, you notice it's me Like mixing coke and arm hammer like you see on tv I got dimes I got 20's I got deals for the G Biggie wrote the crack commandments follow'm to a T I'm selling words on loose leaf, you watch it like a movie U take a hit from that glass/ pipe you feeling woozy. Groovy I'll split a key in half and write a rap with 8 bars I got my product sold on mix tapes upstate god If it was soft you could chop it with a baseball card I fold it up and flick it like I'm flinging ninja stars It's just a mater time for' my products sold in stores And if they want beef I'm down to reach the art of war Who's this guy think he is The whole neighborhood smells like crack cocaine dancing to his tune We lock him up he gets out of jail like Monopoly. Guito Feels like I'm cooking crack writing raps The book of rhymes is the stash I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans You, you and you, it's hot right now man Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll serve you again Feels like I'm cooking crack writing raps The book of rhymes is the stash I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans You, you and you, it's hot right now fam Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll serve you again