Prelude

It's my turn to break through the scene Writin' these lines I'm fulla caffeine I tried one way then I tried another three It seems like there's no room for poetry But I'm not an-gry, hey maybe it was me I made a small impact though it seems The preferred method is to add a beat Spit for a fee, then drop the EP I come from overseas, but not originally Dallas is where they planted my seed Add 20 some years then I had to flee In an attempt to escape my insecurities If you don't know me well now you will Then devour my music, it's a 6-piece meal With no dessert, til I feel you deserve it (ha) Now turn the beat up it's time you observe this So This where I do some tough talkin' or somethin' I don't know See I'm kinda new at this So... lemme just say That... My music'll have you noddin' ya head And pretty soon you'll pick me instead Of some other guy, Mr. So-and-so? Don't give a f*ck, I'm just tryna make bread Then cheese, add some lettuce to it I'm workin' on a vegetarian sandwich I pledge, no more corny lines My rhymes should be on the cutting edge Speakin' of that some call me the Jack Of all Trades, remember that fact As I trackback on the flack I got smacked Now I clapback gettin' back on the right track Don't slack, or even sleep on me If art is a lock then I'm the key Now hold your head and count to 6 If hip hop is broke, then Ima fix With my bag of tricks, what a healthy mix Of brokenness, chicks, and dirty politricks Can't help but keep ya mind transfixed But plenty of folks already on my dick In that other place, I moved the goalpost Swag like Swayze (Swayze) but I'm no ghost Wanna book some shows goin' coast-to-coast And live the life of a insta-ho Cuz I don't really know how they get that dough It seems like all they do is show A few pics showin' off some ass n tits (oh my!) But damn, they got some nice figures though And so, that's my current plan I wanna get big and earn a Stan Say man, you know I'm just playin' But it's silly that weed is still banned Oh shit, you think the police can (yup) Hear me? I'll hop in my van (what?) And make haste, get ina high speed chase Go South, sell weed to the Ku Klux Klan (haha) But see you can't stop it Too many states have earned a profit I'm DC but without the liars I'll slap Sessions (Jeff Sessions) and his corporate buyers Again, it's those guns for hire Gotta admit I kinda admire Decades of unarmed folks expire By their hands yet no jailtime's acquired My desire, is for them all t'get caught up Turn them into Akon, singin' Locked Up (Locked Up) Make 'em wish for no bunk cells Cuz the inmates will make 'em pay back for this hell