Shhhhh. I'm hunting wabbits

And picking avocados to
To go with my rapper salad

They always wanna talk crap and I won't have it

Their breath smells like they been
tossin a rapper's salad

Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
That's disgusting

Is that what rappers mean when they talkin bout bussin

Cuz you can flash guns all day and say that you stuntin

Until somebody realer comes and
flips back your muffin

I prefer the field knife tucked in

Dual wielded reverse grip with the blades touching

Two more swipes and I disappear into nothing

Pop em in the oven and we got an early luncheon

Graduate class or drop out and get merc'd

Become a name on a shirt
Or become a name on a shirt

That's what my mama told me
Work on your self worth

Cuz those who ain't elevated
put themselves in the dirt

And then you got those who wanna snake a man's work

Rip upon on the man who has his
serpents in the earth

Some people hungry enough to see their brother hurt

You snitches are always full
they fed a mic through your shirt

Those who are empty
Are empty off of envy

The tangibility of material things could end me

Bipartisan artist on the side where zen be

At least I know the kind of rapper that I can be.

When everybody be tryin to gimme a label

I'm gon be doin me

Cuz you ain't foolin me

And
When I be gettin the women and puttin a million onto my table

It won't be news to me

Nor will the jewelry

When I be getting the love and the credibility
And all of the paper

When everybody who doubted me callin me up and they wantin a favor

I keep it movin g

Ain't nothing new to me

What could your bright and smiling faces even do for me?

You can compromise for the shackles

Or do you and get the throne

You can keep your business in your cubicle

Or be about mine and forsake your own

You can chase the winds in the next town

But don't mess around and forget your home

Stop bein who you were when you came in

And come out with nobody on your own

We hate to see one another shining
Even when we tryna stick it to a white man

Quick to take down our own kin and pedigree

Even Malcolm X got hit because of the jealousy

The white man didn't do that

Pointing guns at the backs of our brothers
Has now become our legacy

The will of the backslash could always be the death of me

So I handle mine and be sure to handle it carefully

Word to the free bird
Word to the caged man

I run word games.
I call it hang man

vowels for sale like I'm swimming through the consonants

Dropping anchor in u
And voyaging all of the main lands

If words are drugs. Literature's in my brain scan

think I got dependency
Lyrics made me a changed man

And the road to sobriety's never paved
When

Wanted boys can't tran-
-sition into made men

Just know that we tried
To be the ones that made it

Tried to have the suit and tie
Tried to have the eight kids

But it wasn't made for me
It wasn't my place man

So I don't wanna see no
shade like ray bans

Spray tans.
See I'm an

artist like
Spray cans

Black books
Mop markers

Note books
Grey pens;

If you were planning to date me
you should probly switch plans

'less you like
Threesomes with
Spider-Man's girlfriend

And hip hop filming it all and gettin off

taking notes on how her husband lasts

ten rounds
no prob

...This one is for the
kids who have
No job

Cause all they knew in high school was
free throws and rap bars

If you don't walk the walk,
The walk will try and run you

Then grab his buddies death and afterlife
To try and jump you

Take the chain off your neck
And fork over the suede kicks

They wont even care
Even if grandmama gave you it

You see you can try and say your slick

Try and say the past didn't construct the maze you in

...
But you gotta walk the labyrinth in the end

Apparently rapping about it labeled us crazy kids