It's best you let me wander or I'll taunt

Ya with my brain

I'm the editor in chief

The leaf a rap a dope shit antique

Rope kits for the hang time a

heinous crime

'Cause I drain his mind. Open it up

oh...not

The same as mine not the same ass

rhyme

Nickel plated statements with nickel

plated

Knuckle faded faces. No matter what

the Race is I hope ya cockpit got shit

I stock

Hits. Inventory glorious. I owe me this

I'm on my homies shit - the homeless

shown

This skill is real when I attack from

the

Back I'll say a rhyme then pull your

spinal

Cord from your torso, more so or

better

Yet more or less it's not an option

I'm coppin'

A plea seizing a shop and hopin' a

cop's

A blow of the past. If not, I'll be

blowin'

His ass away. J. Groove is on the cross, I'm

The heavyweight fader of a playa

hayta

Analysis is deep, forever on the peep

and I'm

The best, the crest of the ho shit...

yeah,

You can't manifest destiny unless it's

me

Oh, you don't approve of my moves

but I'm not

Starvin' for jargon, so save it.

My libido is

The needle to the wax, I like to tax in

Gazebos, surviving like a mac king,

clever

Never lacking when I'm stacking

endeavors

I try and try to tell fools, that I've been

Through hell and my tools ain't the same

As yours. Coors Light that's what

they're

Drinkin', must be I'm wrong yours is

right

That's why y