They ain't Craig but they still in boxes
That mean fuckin you up is still an option
Go head and jump if you feeling froggish
However you thought it would go probably won't get accomplished
I'm sick wit it I got you feeling nauseous
I'm in charge but dick around think Clinton still in office
I stuff the fuck out a Dutch but can't fulfill ya promise
The way to my heart is a million bong rips
And the way is yours in behind yo bra so rip it off bitch
I would love to hear bout ya day but I get exhausted
Ho
I'm a cross between
High Neil DeGrass Tyson and Future when he off the lean
Molly, Percocet, and Boston beans
I really try not to come across as mean
But folks still scared to try me like white lady casserole and collard greens
This red light means you shouldn't be crossing me
Why he look like that, he got that fuckin with The Floss disease
It's a bit touch and go
A 50 50 survival rate
Got 50 like 50 50 percent alive today
Won't play no games ain't no yayo
Bucks coming out yo safe
Murk u make money off ya ghost
Now that's a power play
Now let's see how g yo unit be
Without the head
Deceased, passed on, no longer with us
You all kinda dead
Sour dough wheat and ciabatta
I want all kinda bread
Sloppy toppy Becky Lewinsky
I want all kinda head
You run nothing but lips you dumb son of bitch
Kicking all them excuses til I gun butt ya for kicks
Ninja turtle hurt you
Use nun chucks or a stick
Or be the sorta guy
That use a sword or Sai
You know, the turtle, he had the sai
That's the the two fork... lookin things
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