[ Featuring Ishmael Butler ]
Leave a lame duck flying in the sick ?
Relying on and replying to same name
In the end it goes
Going home crying more than
Came soft, hit the bass
They take jazz, take soul, take hip hop
And blame the nigga every inch and every drip drop
The money making holla making to pish posh
We searching rhymes dictionary
It was in your heart you had to work hard
Trash garbage
F*cking apples, I'm a work of art
A story loosely based on us
Without no pain and dust the main sense
Essentially a booze or misfocused
An absence of style, where should be mass
Decline all the diamonds that? To dust
And sell to a ? called Marcus
As perverted desires ? greed is lust
With one nigga balling, well he's enough
I don't really wanna hear no soul, but rap
You know I spit the truth
Bouncing round, looking like Hitler youth
Savoir-faire, that's a french word
I got it sliding with the...third
And put the cool first
