I'm sick, no lymph, no just swollen They told me even when the records skip, keep
it rollin' On the shoulder like the California Highway
Patrolman, launch codes were stolen and sold by Ed Snowden
I fled to Rome and told him to dress me as a Roman
I'm still in photos, posed with my own omen A thumpin' kicker for me to slam like hope
Hopin' it's somethin' like a plain bumper sticker, no slogan
This somethin' for the shooters and back-and-forth commuters
Who never knew the difference in laws and jurisprudence
I feel as though it's safe to assume that you're the students
And I can prove it to the way that me and Doom do this
You checkin' the top two of a thousand intelligent chaps
With rad projects and housing developments Cooler cross-legged on a crate like it's elegant
Try to hate, I'm puffin' up your face like a pelican
Highly enveloped and activating my melanin Y'all failin' to see what's shakin' besides
gelatin News bulletin', I refuse to take the medicine
*** a thick skin, I got me a exoskeleton The black collar, feral and a lobster
The liver like an obstetrician but not a doctor
Bring the Cambridge, the Webster's, the Oxford's The picture too long to watch, see the synopsis
Compensate it for playin' nice, it's optics Product of the last poets in the Watts profits
I stop it, it's beyond out-of-pocket Dunzo, I hit the gun showin', gotta rock it
Catastrophic, supreme microphoners In Mexico, we the legendary Dos Cojones
Brothers, both components, utter close to colas
Courtholers, with bars as hard as Angomas
Away from me
Doom get rude with the dude off chips The mood switch, he chewed off strips of a broodwitch
Danger make a groove of a glitch Major boo booty twitch and the crew rich, bitch
Always wanted to say that Ever since the days in hallways, tauntin' a stray cat
The one he often frequently slapped around All the while, waited, then graduated, cap and gown
Hated the rap sound, debated the *** Until he felt he had it mapped out
Enough to have the game trapped and bound Splashed the crown with the names of lames
Who yapped the noun, or verb for that matter Had no doubt, or for a herb, who chad chatter
Oh, Erica Stratter, fat rat, the mask Made him batty as a Mad Hatter
Known for his absurd word choices And we'll ignore you if you ask him if he heard voices
Look, the energy is crazy Far as he was concerned, the enemy was lazy
Your attention please, freeze He came to seize the free cheese
Before he flees to Belize In case you forgot to mention, squeeze these
Just keep it on a need-to-know basis They knew he was a negro, so no need to show faces
Back in the days of no laces On a slow pace, they used to say he might kick old places
Whatever the case is, the card he played Was ace of spades, but no racist
A ***, some call loony When he split a tune, sarcastic as Paul Mooney
Away from me
Away from me