** Deener**

arrived sharply at the function

sharp as a tack

entertained by the pluckin of strings

from the harps in the back

these are the facts

my jargon is crack

and most a ya’s

goin nowhere fast

like you joggin in slacks

vertical pinky when I’m parkin the lac

pardon my vernac

as I kickback

wit a snack

in the sack

we relaxin

threw on the wax it was marvin

 

like denzel

in Malcolm X

that brotha starvin

livin large but I’m no tc carson

I recorded these

very bars in my apartment

makin the dopest shit you ever seen or heard is my department

they thought I was the oddest

but I’m just an artist

random shout to boston

I’m apex predator on that mpc

since elevators

I been a master piece creator

see I’m creative

I made an acronym to fit cuz I’ma painter

cold press juice the fruits of my labor

karats on my teeth

sluggin like I’m bugs

these penny loafers gettin drugged

over colorful tufted rugs

back up off me

don’t give me reason to touch ya mug

no reference to coffee

but I’ll foldja ass up

**J. Royal Price**

I’m family to some bloods

And share blood with some crips

who

really my cousins biologically and shit

What you do when your brain deep as the Marianna trench

And your pockets got big bands like mariachi ****

If you take a step back

and think about it for a minute

I be snapping on **** like I’m tryna disappear avengers

It’s the coup de grace for half of y’all

A couple thousand square feet

and I got remotes I still never took the plastic off

 

And uncles that fuck the function up

when it’s too much alchohol

And a back catalog, that’s locked away in the vault

That I need to digitize

cause it’s still analog

I be procrastinating

Preservin my art

The odds are

If Beethoven was black,

I’m the mocha Mozart

The MOMA need a Brandon Deener piece by tommorow Let me borrow,

for the same thing it cost to lease a car Green on my flesh like a burger wit no carbs Put it in my hand, the palm of it The corporate anacondas is

Squeezin the life out the genre quick

These **** lack the tools but I come equipped

I’m dominant

I tried the shit,

But when you this nice it’s hard to stay anonymous

The introvert of the verse

Fame can be or be not a curse

But never defines a tru artist worth

Bout to be across the turf

Movin merch like work

Ask me for the smoke if you tryna get a shirt

All these thoughts on my mental sometimes it really hurts

My brain been a bully since birth

That how I always bounce back

everytime the bubble burst

The better buisness bureau Got me highly rated for customer service Any body can get it

price and deener

Man

how many times we gotta do it?

how many times we gotta do it??