Much like Bukowski with a rage
But you, the weasel,
I don't often rock and I'm a laureate
Strivin' for a better day or say
It's easy to do when you're up with Sexton
Because payback is a motherfuckin' mission
Speakin' to page
Can't get with this my stream
We ain't new to Jack Swing, the groove and that
P-Nut joins our back, must be arthritic
Choose a lock y'all
They say they taught me everythin' I know
You know, you know
So sick of me knowin' everything, saying
A rhythmatic genius, turnin' up the next one
I spend my time healin' and mendin', together
I do it daily and like it
Beasts in the cage
To have a bit once in a while
It's a question of whether live positive well I give
My team thinks I sin supreme
Fuck it up y'all
Beat back by flesh
In your face, yeah
Settin' forth a course I'm really wiggin' out
Yo, P-Nut, beat that thing
It feels so good
Try to bring us down but in reality
Like the kind buds you know my scene
And choose a rocky ass fast ball
I don't pull the punch you know I'm throwin' it
In my dome I roam, no time to doubt
To the sharp-ass rocks slippin' on us but we rock
Has to live and die
You're stalkin' the mind of a punk that's next
We got crazy factiffs and we all that
I go aww, when I hear that, that chit and that chat, bullshit
It comes to writin' on us derision
I'm down for our days of glory
Divin', thrivin'
In your face, that's right
But that's my style, yeah, here I go
I get restarted now that I started you know
And it feels so good
Hittin' up now we feelin' to rock Mars
Just take a moment
You'll get your chance
SA has the wisdom of a Nobel Laureate
I flow in that circumstance
Shattered doors braggin' fists
In your face, that's right
In your face, yeah
Now you're sulkin' in the corner, a baby cryin'
Fuckin' up the shit, now their heads bob
A condition which I keep close together
In you face and down your throat
Won't you warm the mic Nicholas
Jumpin' off the stage
Of conscience is a sea
Would you know, you're a bro
Too bad cause we'll be sittin' in the sun
And those who fought me
Tim is from the '70's and so we live it
In your face and down your throat
It feels so good
Sendin' you a voice now we're sendin' you a vision
Freestyles my style on the mic and flex
And it feels so good, 'fraid so
It make you look like a clown
Fucked up you right there while I was rhymin'
To the sky we're feelin' high
Take it to 'em bro, throw down, now say
And it feels so good
