Fuck where you been its where you at son!! … right here!!
Some fuckas didn’t make it back son!! … this year


My kids skip through paraphernalia .. I tell ya …
what happened to the tulips … I move with …
trigger hands clutching … the tools grip …
while fools slip … out of reality …
into rocked up realisms … house nuggas… is still nuggas …
and crabs will never be fishes … put the chicken leg scriptures …
on bread hit it with the hot sauce … ya faux pas …
slipping out of conventional spitting … while you act hard …. coming off ‘tard …
braise beef …raised street … so that “moma” talk don’t faze me … didn’t bring you in but can take you out …
smoke and we gon snake you out … break laws we gon stake you out … Brady we gon 52 fake out …
big baby’s we gon make when we make out … like a phat rat …
peepin that bullshit ya’ll keep spittin take it back ….
To the drawing board … abstract expressionism …
when I pause pulse … applause ..damage nukkas with my wisdom …
the symptoms of ignorance official …
till I’m a Arm’s Length Length Arm’s a~Head of them
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