chalk

aj tracey

yeah

i don't wanna hear them talk there

road that i step pon

you could never walk there

might get corn and your outline chalk there

yeah

i don't wanna hear them talk there

road that i step pon

you could never walk there

might get corn and your outline chalk there

man thought he could try rob my grub

but he didn't know i had a butterfly tucked

butterflies in his belly

but he ain't in love

he's wet

man

he's bleeding

he's leaking blood

me and merk fly through your crib like house moth

when i kick doors

new garms

i got pouch off

back to the trap

gotta drop nine ounce off

drop that

make a quick call

then i bounce off

yeah

i'm out for the red nose

chat bad when i've got the po and man get smoked

if i've got the ramsay out then man get poked

nuttin' like sherlock when i'm in a trench coat

your wife's giving off peng blows

i was on the opp block

smoke plus ten toes

don't tell man about you've got peng os

cause it's no face

no case when the skeng blows

yeah

i don't wanna hear them talk there

road that i step pon

you could never walk there

might get corn and your outline chalk there

yeah

i don't wanna hear them talk there

road that i step pon

you could never walk there

might get corn and your outline chalk there

a real ting

this

no microphone catfish

dem man talk the talk but they're acting

come like they're tying wire on the arm

biting a wire

lighting a spoon

finding a beige syringe in that smack ting

i could never be with the mandem

that's slacking

anyone who see me

their weave is on action

and i don't hide behind no one

see me on the frontline

shinobi

man ah call me shogun

word to jookie mundo

now i'm a blow gun

hit you in your nose front

big paigon

you don't know me

erratic on the field

bang bang like mick foley when he was cactus jack

t-shirt on my face

dressed in black

pass the grills cuh i'm burning that

i don't wanna hear them talk there

road that i step pon

you could never walk there

might get corn and your outline chalk there

i don't wanna hear them talk there

road that i step pon

you could never walk there

might get corn and your outline chalk there

you was indoors with a poom in your mout

i was at merk's with the dragon stout

try chat bad and get clapped in your mout

it's a linkup ting from the west to the south

i got a list of opps that man's onto

if we're chatting wrecky

the teccy will come bun you

i just hit lick up and all of my yatties bun too

little blue brick phone

kick it like kung fu

flinging out os like candy

on halloween like billy and mandy

bare girls hate man cause i'm too randy

sour-faced yats with the pussy all sandy

merk don't care if you're hench like dandy

cause you'll get a bottle with a bottle of brandy

i'm eriksen and pk

that's santi