White Collar Crime

I could go off the top, accapella I'm not a fella, I'm shot at hella, I'm a Helicopter propella, get hella offers that better Then half the shit you consider Cinderella Cinders smell a certain way, my wordplay leave the turf burning gray Ashes in the air turns your day into a purple haze Like the herb strain we burning this very moment And rolling a second, as we flow like a squirtle spray Percision my killing, like how prayn mantis murder pray My drive is internal like a surgeon and my style Is eternal like each person, get the message We performing out our karma though we perfect Riddle me that, riddle me this Since a little kid I been sick, spitting venmon but never depend on sins I'm better than him and him, them and them, aint dissing like Eminem I'm simply full of chivalry, just laying the facts So I don't have to say it again, play with these penned bars Like playing a sitar, I'm sitting to vent Open the draft, and out comes a rap Smoking our laughs, call it a craft, the way that I pad Ayo The most dedicated rapper alive For a buck eighty five I could f*ck up any mic Padded walls in my mind reflect, solitary Confinement, I be on the beat surviving Keep scribing, until there's heat rhyming into flows I'm a a product of a problem that was solved when i awoke Hallelujah, god spoke and I arose from the seams Of the earth with a verse that could beat any beat Into the dirt, for a fee well worth, I bleed cold turkey When i breath its warming (Warm hens) I could start an art of war with the pen, but instead I think use this curse for a friend, amen Words twirling like dervishes, serving verses like sermons in churches Not verdicts of surface worship, but earnest, earning my dollar Nervous, this is it versus verbal hurdles, hurling at you while a Clock continues to venue, and impose, its menu To disclose our ego, and syncopate a preview Of what it would be like to play one with two Be the lord in disguise, but play some a fool, dude