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I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in That be scattering, over the globe will my vocals be traveling Unraveling my abdomen it's slime that's babbling Grammatics that are masculine
I grab them in, verbally badgering broads I wish that Madeline, was back on Video LP I went against all odds and got a even-steven Proceed to read and not believing everything I'm reading
But my brain was bleeding, needing, feeding and exercise
I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize I analyze where I rest my eyes And chastise the best of guys with punchlines
I'm Nestle, when it's Crunch-Time For your mind like one time If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine 'Cause I deliver like the Sun-Times
Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I unswine Eating beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit This rap shit is truly outta control
My style is too developed to be arrested It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail
A misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury I asked no for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints They relinquished since 'cause I was guilty in a sense
I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe Imaginations in flight
I send light like Ben's kite I've been bright Get open like on gym nights and in fights I send rights Don't hook with skins my friends like I spend nights up in dykes
In spite I've been indicted as a freak of all trades I got it made, I bathe in baselines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums Come from a tribe of bums, hooked on Negro and mums Had to halt with the, malt liquor
'Cause off the malt liquor I fought niggaz Now my speech is lost quicker Cruising South side streets with no heat and no sticker U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker U Ak got my back and we don't now check it
I'm a hoe but not a hoe nigga Ain't scared of no nigga But it's my turn to go I gotta go And I'm gone with the storm
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