A-Alikes

Well if she rocks like a spitter, and she flows like a spitter Then you know she’s a spitter, and she probably is And if she walks like a spitter, and she talks like a spitter Don’t floss please forgive her, she probably is And if she writes like a spitter, hold the mic like a spitter Pause boys, ain’t no gutter, you know that she is And if she rhymes like a spitter, know she rhymes like a spitter Who rhymes like a spitter, you know who it is A burnt sky scorched the earth’s flesh At the same time the murderous text arose Like a phoenix with the glow of death A poet two steps ahead like Noah just left Mo’ and sex holding techs No, I’m not what you’d expect Golden pen, exposing men false Like a fallen disciple, All in the bible The cause is the calling haiku The love of words language liquor phrased Slang in Mecca raised skyscraper Look a future brighter then your jewels of praise [Hook] This life must be what divorce caught be like I fall apart right just to stay right Call this caught like night calls to daylight We a-alike see alike but you don’t hear me though (you don’t hear me though) When everything else just don’t go right, even if we just pretend that we alright Call this caught like night calls to daylight We a-alike see alike but you don’t hear me though For lack of better words, well that’s actually the worst The vernacular must map first a path of better verse Heads are cursed I rap backwards Like a roll, backwards Flip the same line another track yes, accurate I’ve mastered it, fucked rhymed Killed it’s father, bastardized it Masqueraded, I roll drive by and patronize it Must analyze it slow, mathematical Crack addicts pull My rock will take you high, like astronomical planes The money changes hands this year With this here lisp, you disappear My bliss is ripping spheres of discs The wax heatedness, bleeding black blacker Dreaming of a Caddie, black leather seated Beats banging, heat ? Serial scratch Nina, police tracking us all Side track ‘em in an alley and laugh at the law You see my way of doing things is sort of different Never resort to riffing I just snuff and keep it stepping, listen Heavy stomp like I’m gravity in hand smashing the floor Splashed jagged, shrapnel slap in your jaw I’m like Bill’s wife packing a sword You must be outta your gourd The girl’s insane but I told you before [Hook] Irrational thoughts often, but find me squeezing the cork often Competing with wino heathens to squeeze in a coffin The alcoholic in me’s almost slaughtered like the traveling door to doorsmen Who was found in doors with the foreman’s daughter Lauren I freak a little forward, speak a little proper grammar Rapper with the capital R, back with no capital Fact is I’m hazardous, Angela’s hell immaculate Poem’s rap like I’m in an obsessive compulsive cabinets Neat but still dirty, elite but still worldly To peak maybe at 30, I speak that I ain’t worthy yet So grab your drinks and toast them up to the future Jean’s a trooper so they say but I ain’t met no one truer [Hook]