Lyrics
Off the scratch button, strap up you might catch something,
Raw slump he saw coming.
Stuck on that, beginning the rap,
The synonym is fitting, perhaps the stem and cap.
Attracts something.
Ever since he been on one, bottles up, songs done,
Ditched the cops, son got mopped up, strong bum.
Still lucky, an average night in Ventucky,
Started at The Sewer, woke up in my truck seat.
Fetal - Bailey comic strip the Beatle,
Needles - got the Yeti off prescription jingles.
Mixed pleasure and pain, the potion’s insane,
Excessive Ox to brains, the ocean and rain.
Sold labor, paid off a old favor,
Later infiltrate - the city says “Hello, Neighbor”.
Haters, tried to bring race in it,
Like I didn’t beat brakes, put face in it.
Fuck everything you heard, fuck the taste wit it,
Fuck it all remaining senses - stay blitted.
Stayed fitted, then stayed bummy, nothing scarred me,
Who could ask for more? A dead mans party.
Not new to streets, not cute and sweet, you gon’ see,
Pistol go “chick, chicky, boom”, call Cuban Pete.
Microphone tough guy, telephone dial - call your bluff guy,
…. My beard scruff dry...Illustrious.
…. Had enough but it must fly, Miss.
….. Oh, no doubt… go.
….. Aight yo …..
….. Do this all night, bro ….
….. You right, tho ….
….. Back on course - hit the nitro ….
Coming out of it, going in…
Accelerated, then slow again.
On the points register, anointed joints, measured,
She sharp and precise, angles pleasured.
A clock working overtime, orange,
Channel aged beats out the storage - rhymes flourish.
Fresh designs for it.
Enormous respect born.
Feel free to cut a check or catch this wreck for him.
Fit, in his best form,
Survivalist shit, stress control, breath’s warm.
Allegiance to the funk since rings on the tree trunk,
BC Product beat thumps, got me up out my Slump.