meddling loops

spit scabber

i'm harvesting green cannabis

and spittin' out saliva as yucky as green bandages

and scavaging and handling

pretty fuckers i'm damaging

you rappers with charisma

as happy as saying i'm handsome

munching the right arm of the dinosaur's phantom

robbing the jew's gold

i'm selling grills for the ransom

sliced the mutation n'

scar the bar with a rare liquor

backstabbing the names of malcolm x and cotton-pickers

i'm fucking posted

i'm stuck rapping to moses

and the sins of good man

chalk boarded in potions and lotions

a skeptical villain i killed joseph

rapping a track dirty like 2 priests in a brown cup

still spitting the heat and the lava sweaty as armpits

killing the hill softly like lauryn picking my toothpick

wicked as 10 nuns in the pub sipping a greek scotch

damaging you suckers like christ twisting his dreadlocks

dead lock

share-crop

cotton picker with no socks

nike air max

balaclava matching the pink socks

staring the judge in his fucking mug

i'm so goon

i spit these rhymes porky for the pigs to drink their coffee to

cruising in the beamer it's tinted dark as the black-jokes

talking bout some niggas in the tree with a fat rope

never smoked cannabis

tuna pickle sandwiches

in the back with rejjie 'n shaq

i feel travel sick

let the stack get a little rack if you counting it

bitch behind the bar kinda hot she's a counterfeit

now tell me how to write a fucking masterpiece

skating all night kinda drunk so i'm half asleep

marker pens dancing on my face you can laugh at me

second hand smoke kinda logging up my arteries

never spat a wrong word on a verse

you're not high it's just the herb and the dirt

flyer than a robin i'm chirpsin the birds

i burnt a couple bridges that's the worst of my hurt

used to be my nigga now he's moving kinda different

wishing money weren't an issue but it's known as a curse

i'm an honest guy

i say what's on my mind

i laugh at your whims while they apologize

white wine in a teacup

shallow liars in some deep love

eyes of a dreamer

like to be free see my minds kinda cleancut

eyes on the prize

no my eyes on a pizza

mellow fellow when i'm lighting the reefer

cold like ice in a freezer

write something tight hear it nice through the speaker

wrote a poem and you thought it was a rap

but the truth is more important than the facts

walking what i'm talking

no porkies on a track

malice is the balance

mad erratic made the maddest bangers

pass the pasta let the happy slap yeah i'm the maddest hatter

see my thoughts are kinda mad like

sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me

so i'm a man of a few words

man of a few true words but the truth hurts