Social Letters (feat. Krysalis)

Everybody wanna talk, intervene. Try take care of a crack fiend I was an eagle, blocked and rejected. Sitting on a bench is a par Turn minus to a plus, triple bogey. Time traveler from afar Sounded Scogie, I'm logie, Kept it on low key Retro-grated guitar, paths I paided. Locally active, raps I slated Socially attractive, Ireland's psychopathic. Hip hop target, see me as a threat Acked of violence, sitting in silence quietly. Pain in my stomach, suffering acid of gastric Like a letter to my ex, killing me like they did with St. Patrick It's my desire to be the one to blaze the mic on fire No one higher, the girls calling me sire. My timb boots stay flyer I love rough sex, fat checks. I'm a funk master, like flex What's next? I smash vinyls and tape decks Give me my respect or I break your neck. I'm a tough brother, straight from a rough gutter I flow smooth like butter, like no other Go cry to your mother and tell her how I hit you hard Like Rocky, cocky, little brother, mad stocky Don't try to carbon, copy. I slay weak, MC's that rhyme sloppy Two rap duos can't stop me. Fly guys from top buckle can't drop me Street life cypher, I've been here. Love and loss, grab the tissues Took a break, came back, made beats. There's going to be issues Mix and match, new generics. No ordinary vets, murdering cassettes I've cried blood, of tears, bleeding with lyrics. Left the streets, weed and alcohol Had my fair shares through the years. Music was always my campaign Cap and all, hold up the champagne, cheers of good