Step with me into the past tense,
Stay passive with Passion.
Becoming active like I'm advent,
Add this cat into your Labrynth,
I'm not stagnant when I stab this.
Grab scabs and tap dance on bad dads acting a fool.
I'm grabbing my tool and packing it cool.
Stacking on Marboros and hacking up cruel
Flem at brain stems I aim lead that contain zen at lame men in laymens Not blaming..
You whack style on sacked tactile,
Infact I act as an imitation of your profile
When I rap like this, and I rap like that.
And I go tic for tac and even toe to show you how you are slow even on a roll and your favorite beat you don't even make the B-honor Roll.
The toll clocks in and the clock keeps tickin.
Tocking and knocking the beat but you keep missin
Snare drops, the stair top is right here, and you're so close,
But you can't run those line when you flip flops.
Keep it elusive,
kicking exclusives
Executive shooting me messages while I'm pooping, shewing your crew away
Chewing on bamboo, building a house of clay.
Laughing at yours made of bamboo ,I thought it was hay.
Thought it was day,
But I bring the night time.
Twilight rhymes, the hour is right, we feel the tribe vibes time and time again,
We divide lines at the wrong time.
Devise lies, deprive minds, subside eyes to message.
Blind leading the blind into the wrong direction.
Your higher power isn't interested in the fast times at ridgemont.
Pish posh, he wife swaps with bishops.
I fist pop similar cats with a smiliar act, we deliver the facts like paper boys with the stack in the morning.
Early bird getting the worms and I'm warning.
If you want to step on my earth I'll beat your posé, so toss me the mic and there will be no blood.
No crips either, no gangs, I'm no thug,
No ships either, with no paddles so no battles.
Splatter out the spittle still as fit as a fiddle
Riddling your minds with riddles while adrenaline meet Renalin, I'm fillin' in your mom's linens like goose feathers.
I deuce better then I produce cheddar, so give me peace, like sunny weather,
Hippie Kumbaya's, rooms like Taj Ma Hal
Good chi, oh my god, stoned silent like Bob, another job well done,
Put the torch on the mantle,
Can't handle the candle light coming out the mic