ODD COBBLER

We're back in it, we're back in it We're back here, we're back here Yo, I need you to put my headphones all the way up All the way up, I don't even want to hear the room right now Yeah, we're about to do this shit This is practice Yeah Look Take the boards back out the storage, kids Game ain't dead yet, nah, just need some more assist Clear the league, make them home run Dust below the kicks Foreclose those who low on mortgages, man Whack rappers with their bowls of porridges Living rent free off repeated melodies and choruses Look One suspect bar, and it's a smack right below the wrist Before they all stormed, would never let it go or live Now they all soft serve ice cream cones and shit I tell them off, they all freeze Nobody's really cold as this Yeah Ma, you got truth in your walk Give me them toes to lick I could be a freak too Come, come get a load of this Fully loaded banana clip with zero hoes to split I hope nobody notices Oh, please, baby, don't resist I got a crew nobody knows exists Because we all move, so god damn Silent like all the O's you get Bitch, I never hope I hold my piss to let the world permit If hip hop is back like crack, I'm below the nose of it And if I drown like Moses, split the ocean just to hold the clique That ain't covid, baby The flow is sick The flow is sick baby, really get yourself checked out Yo, let me get on my shit Hold on, hold on Pour the caviar up in the Cadillac The cat is calling me I scat when we be jazzing on the mat and jizzing on her back Excuse me, shouldn't shoot my business out like that I'm not content until my content is continental I wouldn't flaunt all my moves, man that's confidential You need to walk different shoes before you converse with confidence Whereabouts where the office is Block was hot with officers When me and don were prospering Around the corner was a spot for them Ditch the alley, move the corner Cops got bothered then That's not our problem man Hustle never stops from three to four to six to five We was on the phone pushing orders just to free our minds That's the motive, keep it cordial, then I'll reap the time I seek divine And if I haven't reached my peak, this at least a sign A genesis of a new design The Michelangelo of modern rhyme It's all aligned