Greene Eyes

Listening' to rachet Music made by niggas with bachellors Feeling some kind of way Really it's a mask or Masquerade, these labels are after slaves anyway You get what you paid for But launder what I take off They said if I switch up persona I'mma take off I said "If I lift up this llama y'all will break north" Pap-pap-pap-pap Y'all thought I was way soft That don't make me hard It either make me a liar or a felon But either way I'm rapping so it's not like I embellish BK is in my blood, not a Nets or a Knicks fan We the home team, I'm a checks and a kicks fan Never scuff em, in strip clubs on payday Chicks with fake asses, looking like Shanaynay Y'all prefer 'em in glasses Out of them spinning classes Got 'em singing in my living room like Ray J Mayday to the shayday, fall apart A.M. you missed a payday, me and you I'm tired of eating rappers, what's next on the menu? If I don't think you fly then why would I pretend to? Seems you into, ruinin' instrumentals Ew with all that doodoo coming out your pens and pencils The only sound piece of advice that I could lend you Is keep doing what you're doing, it makes me look better Ain't nobody even checking for you anyway See me out, you want to politic or spark a J I'll be like "Too bad man, I just stopped smoking yesterday." Now can my niggas just kick back And wax upon these random beers? Discussing rare chandeliers I've been the illest even since I was a Pamper pee-er Don't need a pooper So with or with not the stamp of peers I'm on my own shit Posted up and lampin there Coastal it don't matter where East, west, fucking south Rose petals on the steps every time I leave the house Ay yo, yo I'm coming to America Long trip from a place where English ain't the standard Ah, f*ck yo Forgot what I was bragging 'bout Woke up wondering, what the hell is swag about I guess I've got to gut the new nigga Stress about it I've been around since Steelo was a noun, shit Rap retirement home, yo It's a line to take a piss so I'm Watchin' The Throne It's a line, not a diss if you watchin' the poem For this line I will sit like I'm campin wit phones And chill, "Eat 'em up Will!" Take a loss, learn the lesson every time that I fail Make a boss mistakes, couple stacks lost, oh well It's Jenga with the paper, break it down and rebuild Well I don't know about you But I'm Brooklyn to the core Only five minutes left and I'm looking at the score Cause I'm something like the Nets, always the underdog But always coming correct Highlighted and underscored Taking all bets, I won't fumble with the ball It's a promise, not a threat A lot of hunger is involved Mind your speech when speaking with the nobles Killing 'em overseas, expertly keeping it local Any day of the week, got freaks at my disposal On call to do both the pepperseed, and the bogle They open like a oval, we roam like a mobile Phone, black fist, power in our vocal tone That's when you realize these guys got the key to life A-alikes, who Be alike and See alike Shouts to the brotherhood of not give a fuckishness Eloquent ignorance, cunts leave 'em succulent There's plenty in the sea, I just succumb to the puckerfish We naked blowing blunts in public Check the bucket list The emp wears no clothes, my hemp odor allures The scent drifts, they get lifted Float and follow their nose My poetry and prose rife with trite Mary Jane Sayings and names names, blame the ways I was raised (message) Said you were supposed to rise above Took that at face value, got high With a blunt to the face session Coughed Wesson out on the block Told the cop "Repeat the question." My eyes Raspberry Schweppes, concession For some it's too dense and too pungent Can't put they thumb on my gems or loose nuggets I know Zeus is Jupiter, cooning is "Cool Runnings" The wise fool Mule kicking the hood from the clutches of Klu Kluxes