la parka (feat. marcus lee, smith the poet, & the thought)

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I'm more than my father 
Producer of the camp, i'm the chairman like la parka 
Ask certain people and they'll say my name is parper
Eating out there ring there legs start to hurricanrana 
Stubborn, they are when i'm taking them out
Never wants to admit a wrong came out their mouth
But they never complain when i travel down south
And we gotta put more than plastic wrap on the couch
Got a weathered leather black satchel
Just cause you're a brat doesn't mean you're an asshole
You drinking arrowhead i know that your coochie stink
I still fall for enby's that swear that they're into kinks 
As little treat 
Whose can have a nibble of the pink
Dive in it like seal team six
Size the Michelin 
Ain't never seen a half jew as fresh like me
At the bar taking more shots than Captain Brigssy  

Yeah I told you that Juventud Guerrera
When I'm flipping out on tracks
I'm coolest in the era
And I'm chillin here with Jack Smith and whose
You better stand up
Better yet, sit down
Be humble 
How'd you manageGetting this far on ya own?
Listen please
Get a sound analysis
Because man ya shit weak
Yo man's is this
Shit
I'm just saying better can it bitch
I'm a god
I will aim this canon at ya planet bitch
Ugh
Now where was I
Airing out ya cameras better let em fly
I came in like a wreaking ball
I wreck you guys
Breakin down the walls
Kool aid man with juice
Drown you niggas in the sauce
Better recognize
Any man who dares me I say let em him die
I came with the blade like a samurai
Straight out Dexter's lab like I'm Sam R I
I'm regal with the five knuckle shuffle
You in trouble if I hunt you
You I vandalize

I'm a t 8 hunnid
Spitting love crimes
Dead mic with a mic
In the meantime
Outta sight outta mind
We don't rewind
Got dat gusto hoe
Dis the whole nine
Still I'm useless
Ruthless
Shady
And stupid
Hyper
Fluid
Rude with da groove bitch
It's quite therapeutic
Da putrid
We puking
Fluent
And foolish
Toothless confucious
Fickle
With da riddles
I'm too civil
And it's sad
That deez bitches
Got no rhythm
Ain't no vision in da raps
Yes i'm cynical
To ridicule
With syllables
So pivotal
Its criminal
But critical
There ain't no coming back
I need a medic
And micstand dork
Spitting propethics
A fetish
Some high horse
Pathetic
My mind warp
The premise
And lye course
In my optics
Of quartz
I distort
Here fouth
Cuz i'm one with the force

Fat boy
Put you on your ass
Making certain that you lack joy
Do it all for cash
Bursting with a laugh
Troy brought horses in the castle
Know that you won't get the Pass, Roy
Course he getting cancelled
Playing quarters on the mantle cause the table topped with corpses
Looking gorgeous in the candle light, the label stopped adoring
And according to the artists that been cornered by the boring
Only porridge while you touring just to lose it on recording
And the youth ain't been awarding any lyrical miracles
Though the syllables important, it's informed by the principles
So the mystikals and bustas more like orange venereals
Your chords are like Cheerios, heard you tore your Capezios
You storing your cereal where the ants'll go looking
Dipped in graphite material, blackened hands from the booking
Call the passion ethereal, but you trash as my cooking
Bat your lashes and here we go, off the rafters you took it

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