I'm in the middle of the madness sans a Sade,
darling, call me Chrissy with the cola-colored surname,
the man with the wit to put the fizz up in your champagne,
so you can be that Bitch and give these clowns the real thing,
then the world better watch out
we grow like time and space, expanding as we knock out-
pop stars and corrupt solar systems,
sucker emcees who love to claim victim,
they dismiss me as bug
'cause I'm fly talking slick
showing kids- this is drugs,
and they're the pimps
for alcohol and cigarettes
make their profit cultivating idiots
Once again, it's on
this ain't nothing for the rap sauvant,
the nonchalant prime minister
where Tjader haunts
rolling like bon-temps
stomping to the pulpit
and let you fucks know
I see through your bullshit!
Now who do you love to hate?
'Cause I talk shit, smoke a whole eighth
plus I don't fake- you're praying so I fall off,
uptown- broads hopping on the sawed off,
go at your funds 'til you're bums,
potholes in my style-
fuck up your rims, where I'm from,
No need for ink, I'll use the pen to shank
any Juan Dela Cruz, faking the blues...
credits
from Loops 29 to 36,
track released August 17, 2013
Rhymes x Beat by PE.
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