Timeless Vintage

I don't want to be a product of my environment I want my environment to be a product of me Stay on track fall back like a drunken monk Full contact break your spirit like there wasn't one High road f*ck that pistol in my cumber bund This session so dope make your flow cumbersome Another rap beef I ain't stirring up Squash that shit like glasses on you nerdy fucks And I am simply just a man so I don't give a damn early Call me uncle Sam you be looking tax worth When I grab the mic I feel invincible Not like when I'm trying to convince the pigs that its medicinal Its like a ritual every time I spit it So throw on your robe and drink the kool-aid little bitches All I do is kick it do with it what you wish These crybaby rappers look like kids throwing fits And I don't got time for that Might have to cause a damn crime for that And they ain't got no damn spine in fact You can tell in every line they rap now bring it back They don't think we have a voice but we made a choice To keep it underground above the sound With some hungry other motherfuckers coming out So what you wanna do Got a pocket full of jump drives the homies do too Keep it old school slanging vinyl and cassette tapes They try to be the kings but we yelling checkmate Lets play for a moment please Address me like your master man get down upon your knees No need for all the subtleties or trying to rebuttal me I drive the car you underneath shitting in your dungarees Fucking geeks now its all over Cut that dummy shit never mumble when your sober Man cut that dummy shit never mumble when your sober If you don't know by now let me acquaint you with my steez The best emcee Don't even try it punk Watch this this this