I taste a drink with my tongue

It's time to sink in the sludge

Plead my innocence then slip the judge a wink and a nudge

Run the distance just to look back

My rhythm shook rap

I got you thinking this is dope like I just cooked crack

Don't cry wolf we're just the sheep in the pasture

These rappers rhyme books are recipes of disaster

They court ordered this

See I was born with etiquette

Plus I bring the noise that turns a poor sport competitive

Rap was taking a nap no way I'm letting it

Cause I couldn't get the crowd to sleep with a pound of sedatives

I may be broke but I don't fight for a meal

I can't say the same for some but I just write what I feel

Like I don't buck shots

I don't cut rocks or dust cops

But I'll snuff you on the spot if you're tough talker

Thumbs jostling

Van city at the top of my mind

Tapping out rhymes while I squat at the bus spot

I think the problem is committing to a style given

I'm not gonna stop til' I see Rhythmic on a vinyl spinning

Flowings easy it's like floating down the Nile River

It's High Noon at night all thanks to Miles Millar

Speech orgy

I'm fit to be four deep

Sharp like the Shrapnel from a sack of c40

Tackle a plan like an Ivy League sports team

Support me while I'm in here chopping punch lines

Held mic since grade nine and haven't dropped it one time

The truth is I haven't held a pen lately

I've been on the other side of lens getting 1080

It caught my eye but it's pitiful design

I recommend you get yourselves in touch with Visuals By Mind

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What the hells this kid gon' do

Let me cypher on BET and I'll diss Kim Jung Un

And every rapper in the game who's in a sing song crew

View my past and see the changes oh the things I'd do

So what the hells this kid gon' do

Let me cypher on BET and I'll diss Kim Jung Un

And every rapper in the game who's in a sing song crew

View my past and see the changes

Oh the things I'd do

Oh the things I'd do

Things I

Things I

Things I

I got expensive taste

There's not a day that I don't cheap talk

Could run your city while I sleep walk

And we're told to be sad

Like the wolf I'm big bad

Crack yourself a cold one and go roll zig zag

People prefer silence I think thunder is better

How is it when I get high I still feel under the weather

Back in the booth the sounds especially good

Society's wrapped a noose around the neck of the woods

Today's the industry is running out of focus

What happened to the days where if you mumbled you were choking

I'm wild dissing

Still chucking dirt on 'em

Who wants to buy an album out with six fucking words on it

Oh I'm out to lunch so come and get it on

Or we'll be out of luck like leprechauns stuck in Second Dawn What's this disorder

I'm supposed to skip forward

Why do kids snort coke like Chris Foerster

Mend to a microphone with words of a killer

Send you a microscope so you can try and search for a filler

Throw my hat up in the ring

We're on the brink of collapse

And this is my answer when they ask me so you think you can rap

Like what the hells this kid gon' do

Let me cypher on BET and I'll diss Kim Jung Un

And every rapper in the game who's in a sing song crew

View my past and see the changes oh the things I'd do

So what the hells this kid gon' do

Let me cypher on BET and I'll diss Kim Jung Un

And every rapper in the game who's in a sing song crew

View my past and see the changes

Oh the things I'd do

Oh the things I'd do

So what the hells this kid gon' do

Let me cypher on BET and I'll diss Kim Jung Un

And every rapper in the game who's in a sing song crew

View my past and see the changes

Oh the things I'd do