With your laugh, the gas, you have to fight for last.
The Space Jam, the blast, to off the color gray.
And you thought that you were at peace, with the charade, the color blazed.
For you to smoke, to choke, and for the lap dance, you're s
The deadbeat on time, to celebrate with Coronas and Limes.
Siamese that try, your twin flame that dies.
Sols that burst, the Gift and the Curse.
While slaving on Earth like watching your hearse.
Having to hush, the drunkard, the lush.
To curs
The Lee District plan, to scheme against the scam.
Descendent of Ham, the G.O.A.T verses the Lamb.
To dilute your blood, after eating the Green Eggs and Ham.
And you know this was done by Sam-I-Am.
To switch the channel, to remote view the thug
The Jannah, the Djinn, the Popeyes, the Hen.
Leave it in 5th, the Gif, with the pen at the hip.
To lay in a crypt, or sit and take notes?
The buzzer beater on time is when you finally choke.
On Cloud 9, my time, while you in Noah's Boat.
When ur in the 7t
To rise and shine? To shine when the Sun sets? The Shaitan that never rests.
To collect the oasis, the red sand, to be at peace when at war.
The Dragon on the shore, the abomination, the boar, the four score and seven years in.
And I have more
It's in my blood with you, to be platanoic.
Fed up with the fast food, the McDonald Sub Sonic.
To fast with the state of the art bubonic chronic.
With my swag, you're hooked on phonics.
At face value, down to the wire.
This ain't Jim Carrey's, "Liar, L
Critical mass, to critique the heathen masses.
To see through it all in the shade, the new futuristic glasses.
Down to rations, and ye have no faith.
The last U.S. President was America's big disgrace.
And these down south women are all about the chas
Your eyes wide shut, you're deluded, and your ghul's flesh that is putrid.
You got a high diet of melanin, your regime, but you got caught, now come clean.
The street sweeper in me, the retired fixer, and now I'm strapped.
Because I'm livin my second li
The Rebel Yell, the Kingdom Come, to promote the new Sun God of our age.
He's darker than beige, the philosophical sage, his rage will spread on the World's Stage.
The chips He stacks, with Lays, it's a rap, to pop the top, the fans that clap.
To get
The bastards that fear, and run the 2-3 zone.
Ye can't wait to get off to work to watch Bad 2 Da Bone.
And thas when I'm Breaking Bad, to get a new phone.
Between me and you, who decides to get the new home?
To read your contract, to bring you bad new
Please understand with the fan, the mary-go-round, your Plan B.
The Windy City with the Chi, to rise, to not stack on lies.
Ur tryin to rerun with the "Knocked Up," but yes, I dun give a fuck.
In other words, I'm not free, my Sol with the Most High.
You
The Dr. Robotnik, who lost his pilot's licsence, because he was packin' heat.
First class or Coach, the Coach Carter of the 2020's.
This the four leaf clover, the domestic terrorist who does it for fame.
His punishment, his legs are lame, to rotweile
Satellite Rays, the Sunshine in the shade.
The oxymoron for days, the riddles that give you the giggles.
But this ain't "Shit n Giggles," we about the face, to soar.
We only fuck with the hardcore, we see through the mist.
The United States of America, i
On the track, the 4x4, to meet you behind the park, they tape the scene.
Ur on Candid Camera, the FEDs lay the hammer, the summer with them is always hot.
From me to them, it's Headsprung, when really it's All Falls Down.
When they get arrested, the
With the Sunrise, the dead that rise, to decipher all the lies, this is the Best Buy.
Sound the alarm, blow the trumpets, this is all done by design.
Havin' to my, it's mine, to be a Beast in due time.
This is the real Rush Hour, with 2 standing asid
The time table, and the debate.
The blueprint, what's at stake?
That would be the steak and cheese on my plate.
Skating on thin ice is your fate.
Havin' to switch up, and this is my decree.
Wiser in my own eyes, when doves cry.
In other words, the serpent
The highschool fail, to succeed, to read braille.
In 1987, the blood sacrifice, the sol that got sold.
The dumb mother fucker, after his hand, he folds.
This ain't Laguna Beach, ur stupid ass show.
Havin' to crack, to crack, to piece their veil.
Still
At the penancle, 2 years in, was 9/11 a grave sin?
Now come, let me lead you by the hand, the Sands of Time, the fan.
With the breeze, the fan, and we doin the Space Jam.
Now we're confused thinkin' Cam was at the helm.
And you think I gave a fuck abo
Yesterday's price is not today's price.
To serve Christ or the Geanie in you?
With Esau who sold his sol for food.
Can't wait to wait, in line, your drool.
With ur hue, your ray, confused on your intellect, you got played by Rae.
Lost the battle, you the
Rights before Lights, for them to believe the hype.
The Friday Night Lights, the pregame, with a bowel of rice.
The start of the 1st Quarter, the HaleMary, to throw em off.
Before 2nd down, time to clown, we then run the screen.
The name brand cheese,
