I'm knurd backwards
Driving a racecar backwards
Backwards... swerving
Through a racist yard laughing
He at the window
Screaming... I hate y'all bastards
Now it's a race
Who can pull the race card faster
He gone lie and sayI hate y'all saltines
And they'll believe it 'cause his skin is white as porcelain
Which makes sense 'cause I really wanna shit on you
You lucky Rona made em buy up all the fuckin tissue fool
Don't know the source but word to Vibe I got some issues too
Ay real quick lemme use yo face to see what missiles do
Bullets ain't puffy or faith, and you ain't biggie fool
They ain't ya friends or kinfolk
They won't be missing you
My band got heavy metal, they ain't playing kiss for you
Eight arms, danger, shake ya ass, word to Mystikal
You wit the shits then fuck it
I'm itching to get buck bitch
The shit that I pull up with have u dipping like Mcnuggets
Bitch u trippin... like special kids that's double dutchin'
You don't get it, like me getting bras unbuttoned
I'm the product of Escobar product
And some loving
Also known as Reganomics
Shit the bomb and straight atomic
So sick it make ya vomit
Clean it with a shake of comet
Just 'cause she blew me fast
I don't think that make her Sonic
Don't know our status but we ain't platonic
And just 'cause I said I would see you later don't mean that I made a promise
Philly producer with a notable list of clients drops self-released rap album that's heavy on the soul and jazz flavor. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2015