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