Vacation Day

[Intro] I know, I see, you weak, not me Too tough, I be, on the grind, Ali Bob weave, no box, on my toes, no socks On the run, no jocks, no gun, take shots Of the liq, get tipsy, get money, get plenty These women, not many, too true, but who knew What I do, is frenzy, beach boy, north Philly Rep mines, 'til I'm empty, ATI, now that's trippy [Verse 2] Let me burn a hole through the speaker as I speak up Strong enough to carry the weaker like crutches need a armpit Disarm this lyrical convict, poetry of lyrical Dartmouth Harvard scholar walking your campus with a bomb Tick tick ticking away, this isn't the way for any artist To artistically convey what I haven't charmed with My passion of writing rapping attacking in a fashion that hasn't Been mastered by any other crafting his actions beyond this So let's be honest, I'm gangster rapper gone conscious You tasteless niggas is sauceless Nobody sick enough can cough this Even with their skin jaundice and disfigured from polio Row, row your boat gently down the river of real nigga And float amongst the waves of this beach kids way, holy smokes My life's Xmas, Macaulay caulk You're home alone and so giftless, I told ya bro That's why I'm chasing my needs like yeast rollers though So you too brothers can play Hughes Brothers, I'll play Pac on a movie set... With all due respect, dude's a threat, who is next Now how easy is that Renown, reason I rap You clowns need me in fact I drown easy and black on sound beats and the track Profound ether intact and cloud demons with that piff Yeah, so you can download this Watch them hating ass niggas try to brown nose this I got a loud focus, my minds screaming at a decibel Greater than Gilbert Godfrey's, oddly so immeasurable And fuck the world, I literally mean sexual So do we get the point, like decimal INT is trippy