It's bleeding from my pores Controlling my mind Welcome my lost cause Or will the rhyme find me? Looking back I can't remember Who I used to be Someone
's the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota Oh, what on earth would make a man decide to do that kind of thing? Oh, windin' up twenty-one thousand, one
ball and my Timb's are small. Can't buy trees wit' government cheese I rather be where it's breeze, niggas bubblin keys. My moms got two jobs, one on
cold chains Is my brain vain? Flames, still dock the missles Let off one, stay in your lane Everybody got issues, I'm drunk off the rum Numb, one case
clap your hands It's the B-A-Y, do or die Born to freestyle, born to rise And now I'll keep on rockin' the beat on No one comin' up short capiche on
(Mr. Bones) I watch your body sway I got the teeth as sharp as ginsu's My species is Nosferatu I got one eye it's red like R2-D2 I spot you Release
Me I'm rich as fuck plus I smell like yack so come on A nigga gots to get chose it's a house full of hoes I suppose at least one of those want Mister
the best Mic club dot net see me live in the flesh You could come and download every rhyme that I spit You could pay homage to Rip for one dollar a clip
somewhat intense. My education it grows, antennas and cables. I thought seventy channels would be enough, but the satellite man says that my new dish can get two-hundred and twenty
sign I'm using my trigga finga [happy p] Now won't you roll one Po the four one Sometimes I'm real selfish and I'll smoke my weed with no one You know
you scared, say you scared Yo, paragraph indent, I make intense sense Niggaz on that Gil Scott dope (hint hint) At age fifteen they start smokin Billy Clint' Now he's twenty-one
Sage Francis] I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute With a toy rifle that you bought me but it won't shoot And all is well because there's been one too
been raised And Im fucking with the hand I was delt Life twenty-five years to experience what Lazurus felt If you drop three crumbs, Ill eat one Feed one
carnivore out on the parquet floor Whether ballin' or callin' out a sucker who is lookin' for Static, me grab it every chance I get One on one I'll never
thieves be handlin' in the pumps, so he asked it it's not Conversation that he kicked to the Shorty was a sly one Increased intensity, his dance sure was a fly one
pain You can call it your life But I might just take it away (Mr. Bones) I got the teeth as sharp as Ginsu's My species is Nosferatu I got one eye, it
good in you if one peels back the opulence But I also know its ratio to bad don't feed my confidence The nutrients will be intense circle The clues units
bridges This craft requires first drafts Graphs, gritted blueprints of nemesis perimeter Hunting by night compute, twenty one mic salute One life polluted
