Another 64
Take it back
Like we were playing old school Nintendo
The tempo is slowed
And I feel like I can spit
Haters been talking
So let me talk my shit
I can rap about my catalogue
Diss cats that be dissing and get my battle on
Or talk about how I miss times with Sarah Oh
Or how I want to tell 영은이 that she’s beautiful
I’m finally something, earned my badges and stripes
I could die tonight
And God would say that I ran the race
And fought the good fight
That’s one hell of a compliment
Damn, That’s one hell of an accomplishment
I faced malicious intent
Wrongdoings from friends
And still turned out kind
Made do with what I got
Never dishonored the holy God
But some would accuse me of a lost mind
I write punchlines that feel like Saitama
These lamefucks don’t want no drama
I’ll slash them with my katana
Murder their camp
And spend the night smoking the ganja
Feed their fingers I slit off to my pet piranha
Haha, sorry for the vivid imagery
Calm peaceful me has a disdain for the old bitter me
I like it when I don’t choose to engage
Funny though, that just ends up making them want to hate
I got more to say
Like how bout, the loneliness of a lizard
How she wanted me to kiss her
But I could never tell
Cause I always been cockblocked by gay ass misters
I guess I’m hiphop’s hipster
Never wanting to succumb to making trap beats
Happy with the melodic keys that formulate in a loop
Only concerned with making tunes that feel like chicken noodle soup
I’m like if Jesus and Mary had a baby
I wish a girl who hates lesbians would date me
Tired of I’ll fuck you, but I’ll also be fucking her
She says she loves me
But it’s hard trusting her
I don’t got trust issues
I just don’t trust folks who are fair weathered
Tethered by the things of sin
Cause I know if he was straight, tall, had a big dick
And can write tunes like me
She would pick him
I’m like cool with being single
I’m also cool with going on Christian Mingle
But I’m wary of closeted church girls and their lying ways
Like haha, I love coffee, Apostle Paul, and Relient K
I’m just saying, can a man get a taste of something honest
Modest, cause the truth is what makes one humble
I’m wanting to meet someone who’ll smile
When I say, “That’s the way the cookie crumbles”
How should I end the last sixteen
4 of these to craft a poetry
That is a symphony
Of random, but authentic thoughts
I know I’ll give glory back to God
God is the…
Nah we don’t want to hear no God shit
We want the toxic, gossip, unwholesome topics
Boy stop it
We want to you mention the hoes
We want to hear about the hoes
Okay so here we go
I’ll talk about how Jezebel tried to seduce me
Tried to introduce me
To a lifestyle that was very sinful
Tried to make me a pimp
So I broke out, and popped her
Like she was a pimple
Damn… that’s like one hell of a story
And truth be told
It was the last time she ever tried to get me horny
All glory
Back to God
All glory
Back to God
Haha