Loose Change

Gotta flow, cuz' this is all I know Check.. [Verse 1] Y'all cats illiterate in a box you put em I'm Writing to this beat about to strip it of its innocence And in a sense, you can that I'm the illest in This rap shit, in these streets where the hitters is The sun dont shine where I write my rhymes All in it when the mic is on and its my time I'm in the Grindhouse with it 33 Pippens Spitting on this mission and missing be dismissive Bout the ways of my past time, back to black side These increments of instruments through all the cash I'm On this grind till it's imminent that my cash right Misunderstood from the image cuz' they that blind A couple Shots and I'm off of my shit A couple blocks to the shop tryna' cop it and dip I'm non stop nonchalant grab the audiences Had the audacity to ask me is this beat gonna hit [Verse 2] Blowin like land mines ain't even got a lanyard But I'm in the land laughing at you with yo land lerd(land lord) Woulda' said land lord lord and fucked up the wordplay Words so vivid prescription burning this spinach I be serving the masses gone and rub this on yo gums Crumble this up in yo blunts I'm overdosing on my founds I said run, faster, time it ain't waiting Father clock he ain't patient and yo shadows only fading Get yo numbers up before you get forgotten in this jungle Acknowledge that you colder but remain to keep it humble For the record this isn't yo average record Headed to that level they claiming they do it better All the time Ima grind till I pass out Roll it up and pass it till all the passengers black out Up north to the stu them I'm leaving heading back south Ima scream n shout to a fat crowd in my town [Verse 3] I'm sitting in box tryna talk to a mic Am I crazy brah, I ain't making this up I ain't' talking down on none you niggas that suck Don't give a..wait a minute, please hold the profanity This time less, bout to take you into infinity Some different shit so the hipster kids gone be feeling me We come to enlighten you We are in inviting you to come through and listen to some tunes true True, I ain't tryna save hip hop Or be cold as jay was or be in the 10 top I mean the top 10 cuz I'm going for top 5 Why I don't get enough shine So I heard thats the street on the word I mean the word on the street, the coldest cat in the burbs More like rap wizard mad differ...rent Spent all my money on reggie and wheat Timbs [Verse 4] That's the story of y'all life and boy I hope I got it right Hope to see the fucking night without seeing them blue lights I'm fucking damned in the land of them red and blue stripes Blue and and white flag rep my city with fucking pride But fuck the niggas who in it boa y'all killing y'all self But I'm the cancer to youth I got the cure on my shelf Conspiracy the way my enemies get rid of me Riddling these bar hot like hot sauce august All them people who notice im the coldest Hocus pocus fly as locusts up in ocean tides I know you kiddies ride the wave but I open eyes Marty Marr weed sticky like open thighs True, Im the one she fucking rolls n passes to And she disgusted with you lames looking past you Past due, this emcee underrated you could Take that to the bank tell yo Mama nem' that you made it