its a ridiculous thing,
living ridiculously,
meticulously going nowhere fast,
system of design with no brake pads,
and no break passing inspection,
crass in reception is brass,
top-class and respected,
extrovert sections of subverse sets get,
blessed with no societal cares,
steep stairs and a death wish, get this,
blood of a king but got sepsis,
no ring but everything's precious,
no sing but we wanna sell records,
rap, make beats, tap,
on MPCs to boom-bap,
suddenly the obstacles we see move back,
now let me see you move that, move black,
you can't do it, you taught us the basics and we became fluent,
we started with the students in congruence,
if we do this then we prove it,
its a new school with old school music,
take it to the 80s,
take it to the babies,
with crack as they neighbour and a brand new mercedes,
4 wheels to appeal to the ladies,
4 squealers in the lake, he's,
seen this all one day,
so what do you expect him to say?
mama? dada?
no he's sayin nada,
cuz his momma left it at home to go to gourmet king for some poo-poo platter,
she spent so much time tryina make that change, so don't blame her,
maybe the anger will make her better for a stranger,
as she tries to hide it,
by providers, tryina catch the fire,
catch the higher, so she's the next focus for a bachelor rider,
and then she's... retired,
never trust a clean shaven white man who consoles the crier,
....
who consoles the crier, who controls the fire,
who controls the higher, and controls the lows,
so no matter what you choose, you know which way to go,
its the flow...
they don't rap but they know..
so we gotta know more..
put the fools on the hill and we rock the core