Slow Roast

Took a little time off Regained a civil mind See his issues range More than fame a little shine Aimed higher the lames They couldn't find An excuse to throw shots And exchange I wouldn't mind Line em up My pens an automatic Ink aim at the paper I saw the Splatter Take a little break And they think he lost his magic Fux a local He ranks amongst the baddest Trust no nigga That figures he never did Huge smile Meanwhile the Metal hid Loose now Was caught in the Devils grip But he Hella quick Repel with a rebels wit He heating up He seeing the kettle spit And the beat is tough Wit that mix Don't meddle in Or it end ugly Crucifixes and reverends Probably die grinding for dividends He get it in He do it in his sleep Been underground Sound born deep beneath the sewer in the street Slow roasting Got the skewer and the meat Cold quotes Ain't no future for the weak He a cougar on the creep A little growl Let em view a little teeth Won't hear a sound Just a struggle and you sleep Thinking shit was sweet Would of been done sooner If I aint have to take a leak Jungle raps Started as a humbled cat Problems Yeah, I saw em like a lumberjack Either solve em or he dodge em like a running back He quite cunning Pay attention who you coming at engine running at the point you niggas summit Never felt that image was Important as the subject Never felt pretending would support him so he doesn't How you pay for alladat That but can't afford me in the budget (?) He come equip Trust He can get dumb as shit Bump your lips His pleasure is your Punishment Severe competitors Results I'll make your stomach sick Blazing hot Couldn't handle him with oven mitts He do it in his sleep Been underground Sound born deep beneath the sewer in the street Slow roasting Got the skewer and the meat Cold quotes Ain't no future for the weak