May 21st

[Verse 1] I'm Keeping active to keep from being eaten alive Voracity of emotion will be my suicide After all, what is a feeling but our own construct? We built self-destruction in our heads Now the switch is stuck But my moves? Switched 'em up Ever nimble and artful The dodger I've given way to being is lean to the wind Like the, knife through the water I'm offered little resistance Demise is ever persistent But I am ever against it This is movement No slip, no stumble Just dip tumble and parkour Of my path I'm the auteur And death is a plaigiarist Copy my moves, mimic the trail You'll never catch me alive Or catch me in hell ...fucker Only heat is an ange'd flame tongue Purple flame sword swung On some scott pilgrim shit This grudge-filled grunge look's Just the suit of my pursuer Slows 'em down, backs the sewer Danger of thought See, death is dark But also heavy See his movements are steady But if I can keep the weight off I will forever skate off Perpetual motion's my immortality And stagnance, in short Is just a bad bad man Oh muhammad Oh am I haunted Oh what I wanted In no way resembles this No way am in any sense am I settling Consistent ever-bettering I know what the future better bring Hella feta, cheddar, green To bless ma dukes and siblings So damn if it was all a dream I'm hawkin after the real thing Fuck an obstacle I'll topple you Always come out on top of you Lay these niggas out just like Big Poppa'd do Then it's Pappadeaux's with model hoes Who love the flow and love the vibe And how my charm is so Powerfully undeniable That's Normal though My ordinary is lovely My extra is so above thee My swag is David Duchovny My flow get dark but it's lovely That last bar was disgusting I'm sorry I had to address it immediately Parker, I'm releasing the beast Freak, and I'm raising the flag Stuntin on all of you slags Don't fuck with my network, you lag Word to Mike muhfucka I'm bad Better than you, anything I can, do you, than Dead-ass So if you don't know, now you know NIGGA (Kill 'em with finesse, nigga...) [Pre-Verse] Smooth I love it when you call me Big Poppa I love it when you call me Big Poppa Or Mister Parker [Verse 2] Like... Mister Parker back, bangin' 'em down Hammer of Thor God particles on my hand from shaking His hand Gave Christ the Jazz handshake Straight Fresh Prince And the hole in his hand was aerodynamic Maybe I was just high Pardon my aromatics I'm peppering up the flow No jamming my automatic No jamming my radio up No static upon my bandwidth It's Parker and I'mma dig in ya ear 'Til you can't stand it (SIT DOWN!) I'm the dopest nigga (AROUND!) I ain't Bey but (BOW DOWN!) You pussy niggas (SOME CLOWNS!) But I ain't scared of y'all My niggas always wanna compare me to y'all But I can never think of shit at all So what's that tell ya? The underdog kickin' ass You a failure Air around you is stale Cuz you stagnant May be a Nobody But we do genius outta habit Got what you want but cannot have And you can't stand it That Frank White magic Problem? Nigga get at me PARKER Happy May 21st to you and yours...