First time on the track so call me a verbal virgin
Hands up dont shoot
My boys be squirming
Handcuffs and sirens
I think I hear a momma cryin
But me, I ain’t from the hood though
From a place where we have only one drug store
Living in the woods like a Banjo
No Kazooie
But I can make a chick flap her wings
You hear the ways these doves sing
Sounds like the quiet cry
Of a prince
So let me take a moment and rinse
Because somehow tears are in my eye
Allergies is what I’d say
I can’t be out no way
Or use that latex when we get back to your place
But I’m quick
Like a black chick
I mean ostrich
I just choose to have my feet planted than wings flappin
Because these niggas be clapping
And all my homies trapping
But I’m in the books
Reading up how to really cook
No Pinkman but I stay with that white
Not drugs but gloves
I’m onto something of an interstellar flow
Hanging out with a martian while we grow
Trying to see if this green can come from nothing
But shit we gotta do something
Trying to survive without picking up a nine to five
But maybe I can do a ten and two
Drive real slow because there’s traffic
This may get graphic
But imagine how I can kill these beats with my bare hands
Holding one black glove like my last name’s Simpson
But I’m with the people
Take em all to the steeple
And have em listen to a few scriptures
Maybe snap a few pictures
I just wanna be loved like my boy Rome-O
Capulet or santos
Watching you dudes play hero while I’m Thanos
It’s quite the grandiose feeling
And if you didn’t catch that then you better get a websters
I make a girl’s legs hurt
Why?
Because she runs through my mind like all the time
Crazy how I brought that back with another romeo line
I’m thinking in due time
I could spark some dope tunes
Upload em and watch the 4G zoom
Killen em slowly
Guess its because I rep that hill
Degree to my name
But thats nothing new
And if you didn’t know thats cool too
I’ll put this on rap genius
I thought I’d like to sing this
But I prefer straight lines
Like my lady so acute with an ass thats obtuse,
Thats a compliment baby I swear,
Because from this angle you could be my angel
But let me hit a quick three sixty
And then put five on it
And we’re back to new years
I can already here the cheers
Not from the fans
But from the Klans
Cause Trump is in the lead
And these ballot pens don’t bleed
I’m telling you the truth
I’m saying hit the booth
I’m saying if we don’t stop this man from enacting his plans we’re gonna see a rise of red and white
I’m not talking the knights templar
This couldn’t be more simpler
Or do you get it
Maybe I should stitch this
On the front of a hat
So others will know where your head is at
But Ima go ahead and wrap this up
Cover it with some real steel
Because I’m about to make this leftover beat a real meal.
The Nuclear Cottage 