Doomtree crew, Rhymesayers Entertainment, we'll hang out here, do a little bit of that old a
Patterin' batterin' Splatterin' words Over beats No dead chatterin' Cattlin' sheep's streets I'm rattlin' scenes Drummin' the beats To clear the breach So fear can reach The loose leaf
Yeah riggity Rickety Pete Cough up kings Like who's sicker than me? Spit up bling And lumps of nicotine You lung butter Some on my tongue With a ton I'ma Mother fucker Mother fucker freeze
Promise of somethin' Geez! These other emcees Don't bust their seeds They duds they wet wicks Don't burn Concerned for cash They showin' their ass Like gaucho pants Like Graucho's stash I'm livin' the matches Out past yeah
Fuck 'em if they can't breathe my smoke Fuck 'em if they can't learn to cope Fuck 'em if they stereotype right I'll rock the boat Don't give a fuck if they don't I don't hide out
No no no I'll do me You do exactly who you think you should be No no no
This ain't a choice It's a breathe It's a blink It's involuntary It's swim or it's sink For a stone like me With the right amount of spin You could skip Leave ripples Dip, live simple as a Young cat Road never play ya back Black with a black flag patch On my hat said
