shade 45 drunken freestyle
Singer:slaine
triple a shade 45 at show-off radio
i don't know how to sweat
i taught my son to punch before he learned the alphabet
i brought a gun to lunch but the cafe ain't crowded yet
book your phone number on the fridge where i live
no need to glorify my shit
ever since a kid with a bib
i put the ice around my neck then i slid
you ain't live how i live
you just say it thankfully
most of these half-way villains
most of my peeps are so loyal
they'd walk a plank for me
i got fans hanging on my album plans waiting anxiously
with my fists up while you're missing like a mannequin's balls
having schizophrenic withdrawals
driving the liquor navigator fast as it slams on the wall
i throw my money in the air like a acrobat
you lost your friends for a dollar
i'm running 'round the beam like a marathon
i'm riding with the chopper in the coup
chopped lobster in my soup
don't make me drop you like the roof
can't nobody do it better
i didn't even get a letter
now i'm sky-high taking flight like propellers
i don't let these niggas talk for me
this ain't penn and teller
driving 'round like cruella
i promise you won't get up
rakim said let the rhythm hit him"