what a clissic time, bruh\ im on a classics grind, uh cant find the time, not first in line but my minds ready, body too i rock cashmere sweaters and a tutu yeah i been weird you just now i got mad rags like hand me downs i kill mad beats on mad fleek im like a mathlete i beat mad meat jeez take em down to a level that the drown in they ask who like pete townshend new age not bringing it back im amking barand new music gonna best the rest i call points out ike im harwick i take the easy rhyme scheme, hard dick i dop beats mad dre element steal free beats, from magnificent and im different like im jeff turner like im childish, two chain, burning up the spotlight like a pissed dyke who got descrimmed at work like tryna post shit get mad buzz dont fuck with women, escpecially the gay ones cult classic, and only five years in i take mad pride in the words i writ im like kath griff, cuz im not big with everyone but im huge in my niche

broken caplet of adderall a skunky beer and a new reason to hold my calls on that Lauren baccal skankin up with anyone who bothers at all sold a dime bag of phat raps I hooked em up like Franco in pineapple express broken backwards for before and afters I sought the laughter of actors and now I'm off an anchor hankering longingly for thoughts of being spoke but I toke on a load of jokes and false hopes uh nothing new on the Bologna front stuck behind the fat kid at the open lunch launched upwards on a rocket to the promised land turn away a seed of hope inside an open hand next line best be better than the predecessor cresting heights above a broken air compressor\ moved to cali with a stack of gold and 3 hunnid in the pocket of an acting soul make me think of my home and everyone and anything i abandoned it all drank a fifth of fireball lonely taking homeopathic meds from street performers never puffing that stank i work day in day out empty the tank dank rythms like the memes of a teenage boy and flow nice opposite of cali water supply spent a minute of my life on the streets yelling go backwards relax, cant think of the last time i did that guardian angel on my side doe like a blessing in disguise bro i thank her for everything shes done no real reason, just belived in this fat bum and im slowly ticking time away make a new way feel a fucking live today you can save a life this way take a moment to let go of yesterday

I threw abiance at an ambien told her i dont need names monogrammed ampersand take a back logged waterlogged water bong awful often off in a trace i need another song snickersneed my way into a movie baskin robins, reading a damn newsweek im eating ramen in front of moniters big headphones never seem to bother her drab decor in my bedroom asian roommate watching one piece another dreamer like Ill sleep soon taking two shakes rocking vizene deff deffer tahn mos def most repped in odd at least my head dipping bacon in a vat of cocoa make a reference, still im feeling hopeful saint elsewhere rocking the speaks im on 2 propenents of immaculate feats hopeing wishing represented fact oft lost like a white room with ctaracts shaping up to be a dope fall maybe even a great winter scraping somethign off a white wall table fillign with old pictures calculating my decent a decent prediliction, knowing what that meant sabatuer with a kittne purr bitten byt the bug now a semblance of a spelchur same shit different day axe body spray the shower away take respite in a world filled up with callous antic take my sex, tantric and pretty damn infrequent working a denny's kitchen im cooking shit on the weekend cant feel my face when i transcribe definitely damned by my damn lies sensing mystery in a mastermind like a miscreant jacking trampoline hop the fence with a stolen good ebola scare, it nary there liek i hope it would CAnt stop, wont stop, oh god nap time, phat lines, truck stops grab balls itch all its over, send a message to the kids shruging shoulders

focused a beam similar to sir richard I zip quicker and slit necks, mr. kit fister porn name on a old thang jedi knights and bedtime lights and bellyrings now what the fuck you rapping crap for i gotta dick that you can suck, you asshole and im a a classic with no frill or gimmicks like puking by the water im taking it back to bay sick cant see me yet, well get lasik man you dick riders and ass lickers, bidet shit A K shit take it to the bank Cream of the crop man planting seeds when I lay peek down and shit ill be amazed I straight down in pinks pink, like pinky and the brain golden ethics and moltovs WE stiff scones, wreckin' the limp bix song man Im bowling (big lebowki) cuz Im rollin (with a stack of cheese) while Im calppin these lame-legged atrocities forcing even the most innocent bitches to thier knees (you wanna fuck with me) bitch please (whoa hold up dude you are a bummer) but steve austin, stone cold stunner and if you wanna complain just take a number ( I slap my dick against a cop car) fuck the system (divine turned heathen with scars they musta missed em) (Calm calamity false falacy engulf reality brain games on balconies) I fucked the galaxy thanos now im heading to olympus... KRATOS off rocker tripping the line aligned on dark side like maul, the darth kind why yes, ill have another big phat r-rap track lacking a full band and shit I write damning evidence that im general kick it with the homie on weekend slaying beat on the real shit deal with it like im squirtle in shades and fuck all yall who claim that im wack or im lame i made a tape in a week on a whim and its still doper than anything you ever did Drowned out by scene noise, so i guess ill get louder top guys to fuck the market with my power Sipping water, aint no drought in my steez a new cali kid with mad alchemy thats the shit now i exit stage left method and fred, come on come back to end this