Wolf of Poetry (feat. Sin)

The one and only Alone but never lonely You may know of Not too many know me Day packed full Most impactful animal One man army Admirable admiral Capital my name when you speak Capitalize on the lazy and the weak You cappin Can't catch a webcast Liver than watching me casket any beat Don't expire Have you retired Snackin' on a can of beans Count on me Lucky stars for weeks Wack and wicked Get winded, wheezin Tryna run with me Like they forgot to breathe Least you got to see Me show my ass Before you Had some Grass to eat Hand the pen to me Watch me casually Cause casualties On a winning spree Top rhyming You top ramen Recap the beef My words did backflips Ass kicked All you did Sit and steam More trash Than a middle seat On a flight Packed between Two elderlies With body odor And kids to feed Your shit gets more skips Than the first porno scene More trust issues Than the government Trust but verify Terrorize the mic Ghost write in pairs Always play both sides Sign treaty Fly satellite At the same damn time Thermonuclear Muchos orbitan Me cuidan Quieren triangular Sin entrar al atmósfera Miran brillar Quien se quiere arimar Destrucción total I'm scarred Calloused Textured rough Like sound of howling wolf I'm no good I'm fucked up Known the duck when the room full Outside making smokestacks I'm only here for that spoonful Old soul She say I'm shy at the show Oh no I just don't shit with a plate some bowls go Got a job to do Sometimes bitches go rogue When you're tryna go postal Even with your best game Won't get anywhere Addressing me by pet names All business Everybody friendly Ain't for friendship Came here to earn and burn out Not learn intentions Keep distance For mine in your protection As a curb I'd succumb to pain Learned to prey on it Now I eat that shit for breakfast Gnarl my teeth Defend my peace They aren't for close inspection Cry wolf all you want I ain't coming Strong with my pack Alone I'm still a bad motherfucker You know my howl when you hear it Don't make an appearance any day Hills to henhouse I'ma eat anyway Then turn loose Go back to chasing the moon Stay to myself You never know who's trying to make a meal out of you Meal out of you Wolf of Poetry Sin SYLA volume two Pues, claro que si Thank you for listening