Black pimp, ho stroll
Scroll to see the faux on a snow patrol
No go, bbl lacking
But it was nicer back then
More real
Caught a raw deal
when I dropped out
Remerged
Indie rap star is how I copped out
Locked in
penitentiary (penitent) chances I’m a marksman
Pages full of rage
and gauges Dumping out
Its hot lead
I’m not dead
So alive
Writings should be archived
So alive
Jump with no parachute to scuba dive
No I wouldn’t
These are just the sicker thoughts of my mind
Pantomime
Its anybody’s guess on why you tryna rhyme
Cus y’all be moving lips
But I ain’t hearing shit
Shut your mouth
I do not complain
I expose
Then bring the ruckus sir
I want the smoke
And imma light it by myself sir
Life of a stepper
Versus
Devil and his helper
I sit atop the hill
Wait to snipe the freckles off ya
This is murder

Ayo
Revenge of the black nerds
Who hated Fred Durst
A bunch of Cul de sac rap kids
And posers on the purge
That’s suburbia
Hold no grudge
I never heard of ya
Cus who did what, when, and why is only serving ya
I’m so now
I’m still writing what you hearing right now
Modus operandi
They’ll be banning what I write down
A how to
Beat the odds and doubters that’s around you
No it’s not a secret
Bitch, the book is called survival
Children of a lesser got’em stressing
God is fresher
Spook who sat beside the door
The tech is on the dresser nigga
Pressure, get’em
In wartime he spit’em
Calling non believers
Bet I’m shittin on ya wisdom

In yo head xxxxxx

Immigrant Summer
Baby #1 stunna
How we hit the ground running like
Carl and Jackie Joyner
From a number runner to the White House that’s a come up
She may never get the credit
The black woman is a wonder
Pain that she Carri
Passing every adversary like baton on this track
I feel it very necessary
All hail the Queen
No its not Elizabeth
I’ll voodoo that bitch back to like
To make her serve this royalty
Revenge Fantasy
Akin Yai ministries
Healing spirits since 19 muthafuckin 96
Purposefully written
truly duty to be perfect
And in my imperfection
learn a lesson
So its worth it

In yo head

In yo head xxxxxxxxxxx

I went for dolo
No features
Just the kid Enoch
Bitches
Take the gold from the world’s riches
Sub Saharan Africa
Nuggets outta Ivory Coast
Slid out like Mcguyver
I’m a riot tho
Baptized in Christ
Then we capsized the ship
Sidis and scholars
God is chastised and stripped
Of the myth
Plot twist
We was never colonized
Roles reversed and worse
they were never modernized
Savages
Ran the whole town down to ravages
Sounds like a certain type of folk
Gon be mad at this
Black king i’m god
Phylicia Rashad plus
Keisha from Belly
Tell me
Who can I trust
Not myself
I dream a verse
then wake to compose the day
Envisioning of Mariama’s face
Poster made
College fling
Fresh outta Mali
My Fulani queen
To watch the world evolve around your grace
That is everything