Wrapper

At 93 til' Infinity, niggas spitting to a high degree, and gon' be on a Killing spree and shouts to Dilla beats and Wu-Tang, we just a Millimetre away of getting cream and fed to see the Souls of mischief fly to home in pristine and to hold, not miss Me, fly the lotus with clean entrance, whole wide World gon' try be watching, convince me, to staple north shore Photos on walls to go and mourn, good times and good things that I'd be missing like the city, if I'd want to bring back seventies for Father he singing Bo Rhap, both raps I've made, I Flow but no masquerades, I wrote to throw tamtrum, raid the home but not camp a day, childish naggers pray on hope to stay awake my Love, to say Laneway's the one and spark arena is a must, the dark scenery Dust to dust, cloud one we reach and crowds run a moshpit, I'm certified on it Crash dropping open bars don't need a key or a lockpick, back on serving more bars to match an Alcatraz convict, we Conflict and trap the microphone like a hostage Eagle eye when any stage is open for a hogging Right into the play without an ID or login, lobbing In the lobby where the rhymes from Jay are mad lost in Open up the wrapper we gon' get the sweet out Stoked to be a rapper need to get my piece out, not peace Out, still peace to any nigga that is bound to see it all Front-to-back applaud for that nigga Afro Freddofrog No longer seated on a bench, I'm on the beats and feed the Rest of shit, mess this bitch and thread this shit together Bread and fresh cheddar we gon' grab it quick we better find New fine troops for live niggas on iTunes, the vibe playlist, dreams happen hope we afford it, it's 20 wave caps, with speakers on bumping Doris, sun's Genesis supersonic efforts we gon' ensure it Bring that bass and chorus back my afro nigga Open up the wrapper we gon' get the sweet out Stoked to be a rapper need to get my piece out, not peace Out, still peace to any nigga that is bound to see it all Front-to-back applaud for that nigga Afro Freddofrog