Sweaty

Heavy handed plague And im sweatin on tha page Heavy hittin leads to waste But im a hitter with that gauge Flow so heavy yank the string and it's out rage Outpacin the cadence what i do best Diggin lyrical graves all day This the show this wassup this wat time it is We cool? We cool? Windin it up, like stuck in the trunk of a car all racked up Toxic, smoke fills the lungs Through tight lips and dry gums Carry you off? Mutherfucker number ten aint carryin number 1 And as it slips from my tongue People hear wit their eyes and realize Im already holdin their minds and hearts like a shiny ass badge and a gun And now the fun part, like starin at the sun too long Gettin a glimpse of the size of that rewind Shinin back at you through the eyes of a little one Takin you back to all the times you aint get clapped And all the racks you made, strapped up accolades How many fuckin nosebleeds in the lac Pussy for days They say crime dont pay But that shit sure has a way Of brightenin my financial day Front porch standin fitted cap branded The days when we didn't have to fight back And aint left stranded When we could just kick it Reality is stranger than fiction And we oughta see that bigger picture But we cant out the tinted ass windows in this limo In limbo and nuerotically fuckin wit shit Forever tightening that gorilla ass grip On alittle more something a little more exotic A little closer to the first hit Eyes rollin back in yer head, where i get some of that shit kid? Dont leave me hangin i need it to keep bangin Out these fresh hits Sniff sniff Fresh like the laundry list of shit i miss Or missed back when i was still shootin Or how fuckin pissed i used to get About the lack of revolution And these days my friend I find i just burn it end to end You, or whatever army you claim with Came stamped with an expiration Clamped up quarantine staycation Sponsored by ya boy Shiittt Metaphorical mastication We got teeth And metaphors