The flow is towin' as a Afro trim All big letters but it isn't no the thin grin off the chin for crack smokin' DDT the first bar, the track back broken
Chrome grown men business with Anglo-Saxon 'em Lacking swing but that banjo's so as the wax spin Hacking axes in the wind, pretend just a pen See if you can 'em in
Tense, met your men on a fenced in, this is tense The wheels fall off then the end Don't get keelhauled in always been real genuine ballskin
Not to the whole crowd out just a few chumps And you who you are like a shout out Place them in your loud mouth and taste them a pastry
Waste of space, face hastily, bow out Disappear, reappear and disappear Villain his hair he's no Afro-American If that's the case he be a bald African
all the credit and jetted astro-travellin' Turn a man a mannequin for Affleckin' And tough actin', tin actin', bluff jacking He a mask so when you dodge his face Each and every race absorb the bass
In a place to be, don't believe the It's like a spree get sniped verbally And beat in the head with pipe languages For street cred leave 'em for and angro-snitch
The slanks suggest it was the guy in the Who came to the people with they minds in they asses And sent trippin' get a grip Spalding These is thin feel genuine ballskin