Some Boring Shit

Feliz Sabado... New Shit Saturday Verse 1 And if you don't fuck with Jazz, then this is probably some boring shit.. Elevating music, you're as high as New Orleans is.. Buzzing like the Hornets kid.. Check the Charlotte Coliseum for future performances.. Manning up like the offspring of Archie Jr.. I mean.. Eli is my brother, plus I'm coming out my shell like koopa Slicker than Richard the Ruler, plus my flow is scuba Diving for a barracuda somewhere near the bermuda.. Isosceles.. and no, a red octagon is not stopping me If you ain't get that, you're probably failing Geometry Renaissance x 2008ighties the comradery.. Hip-hop honoree.. Rap Sean Connery Them stakes is pretty high.. need that A-1 quality Won't stop until them niggas at the top start toppling.. Coming sooner than oklahoma mascots.. honestly I'm tryna blow up to the point Al-Queda wanna sponsor me But yo shit flop like open toes on the hottest beach I'm hotter than the devil wearing Prada in Nevada, g.. Or hotter than Gomorrah.. minus the Sodomy.. See.. cash is the greatest.. word to Muhammad we.. Just here to school yall.... see this is higher learning.. Yall on that bull, dog.. shoutout to South Suburban I'm on some old shit.. I'm probably drinking bourbon.. Preferably Wild Turkey... please do not disturb me Verse 2 I said I always had drive... even via the backseat Lax as a lacrosse match, faster than a track meet.. Sick as a disease, labels tryna contract me.. But they better be talking that Benjamin Bernanke Thats.. federal reserve notes chilling in my wallet.. Corny niggas in my ear amaze me.. dawg, stop it Cause they don't get the picture, till you fucking Cash Crop it So I'm painting dollar bills, trying not to jag profits Like Reverse Roman Catholics... I lent you that style.. Don't be lying to the masses That shit is blasphemous.. Flow is holy as if, I recorded this in Nazareth Resurrected Lazarus and Gibson called me passionate See you niggas don't know what Passion is I rattle ears.. tired of playing background like ad-libs.. I have no fears, trust nothing that comes from Adam's ribs Music's what my madame is... At your neck like lavaliers... Verse 3 (La VanGogh) Wonder rhymer shit.. me and my conglomerates Shall remain anonymous, caught up in a line of shit Kurt Vonnegut Paying homage while bombing with some old Common Shit And a Nostradamus Kit Its Mr. Make a song with No Hook.. Like all I throw is uppercuts and jabs in my Notebook A reference to punchlines gets passed with a no look Thief's Theme, I know crooks A lot of cats try to crossover but they so shook Stanley Steemer my flows the cleanest I got a lotta class my flows the deanest.. You ain't seen this? Fuck the government. Because they cons like Chaka Call me Big Poppa, blow ya block up Extended lock up The Gold Chain Rocker, Mr. Knickerbocker The Quick-aim, spit flame, kick game proper Its dopeness, pure sickness A verse of sixteen from me? induces a positive piss test Its like.. Married women, can't miss this With a mistress, sentence begins indented Most rappers suck at this.. But I'm so def I suggest you complete your bucket list Before you fuck with this Now fuck with it