AGX

Juxtaposition, you pushing agendas of Crooks cooking in the kitchen When you coulda been listening Putting it in to tuition I own a situation like a slight of hand magician Put Stock in A-G-X dividends then demand positions Illiterate emcees like to write with crayons Like lefties writing with a right hand and scribbling Worthless verses I wrote in perfect cursive and planned a mission If you notice pawns protect queens and kings get put in their positions What The F*ck! Son I spit lungs, razor sharp and split tongues Base the way you write, might be a fan of fiction Big dog don't have the height to stand in this one Type a manuscript about the life that can't we written Keep a rusty can of ammunition Buck shot blast for y'all in case I manage to miss one Live, laugh, love on ya wall but wifey took a bucket of balls Off her cheeks listening to Wonderwall Oasis in her anus when I strummed a guitar Stunning bars coming hard running yards like a Heisman Rhyme scheme's a fine meme Elmo's laser eyes when he nuke the whole horizon A G X No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run A G X You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums A G X No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run A G X You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums I been ready since 0 7 the known weapon The flow tested perfectin the art of mic checkin Write records severin heads and ride with my bretheren Die or survive violence is inside of my method Apply pressure taking you to the concrete I bomb beats dog and ya home is another six feet That's deep trigger clickin like it's a metronome Better go bird shot scatter like archipelagos I'm in the lab like a white coat tight rope Walk a fine line between a knife poke and hype choke Write smoke forming as the pen hits the pad More passion in the punchlines than liquor in ya dad See you chillin with a stack mattafact gimmie that You gon have to bring the cavalry to try and get it back I'm tryina count these greens like Coxscakie I know you feelin shook probably never thought you'd be the dead body Shut'em down A G X No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run A G X You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums A G X No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run A G X You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums