DEAD GRASS INTERLUDE

You can't get close, you can't get close, no You can't get close, you can't get close, nah You can't get close, you can't get Look, you can't get too close to this king This for the hard knocks who be stalking and things of that nature Touch you some grass, find you a savior (Mahdi where you been?) Upp-ing my craft, piling up paper Piloting prayers Advising other rhyme-sayers To never trip over a vice because of favor Promise it ain't hard to digest Just gotta trust the time to process The whole world is just a project To be frank, I'm a saint, pen and paper as my Pyrex Ah-hah Yeah, the joke is on you For thinking you could ever get close to this dude BROSO