Hidden In Sight

Instead of hatin' move to the left I ruin your attempts while you choosin those unusual steps Stupid to death, act dumb but the last one that stepped Felt the intellect connect, with the record and than they fled So many rhymes in my head that I'll never run out You better run now instead bust rounds I set gun down And have a talk with you, father you Unstoppable force it's not probable I'm stoned but I don't rock with you Classy type but spit nasty like prostitutes Karma Sutra readin' with yo bitch and I offer you This dick quick bless you and pardon you Step in the Garden shroomed out off a blotter in an awkward mood So smooth with your daughter in my clutches I'm a monster off the top but when I write you can't touch it Fuck rubbers, see I just keep it raw so I conceive Ridiculous imminent rhyme schemes Consider it iller than every rapper I'm takin it back to 93 Now you can see what's up bitch Me and Bas Capone 2 gs on some dub shit, run with me Before I leave you in my dust quick, clutch this blunt lit up Ready to run this shit and all these other kids can suck a couple dicks Cus everybody wants to rap but can't nobody fuckin spit So fuck with this its gon make y'all fresh I'm comin in to fuck yo bitch I'm so Based God-esque I got a bitch like kreayshawn with a rods rep Fuck the game when I pay off refs, so a-r-s-e-n-i-c BG ima rep OGSC see me in the flesh Smell the weed on my clothes and the lean on my breathe I'm so, eager to blow but I'm equally stressed, still Keepin my flows unbelievably fresh, ill Rhymes till the death and in peace ima rest I'm out