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I ain't lift my pen up off the paper
Pent up in my room for days, I'm running off of vapors
So hungry to record, I got a tape worm
I can barely say words, so I’m acting stranger than James Spader
Wait uhhh…
There goes my brain
What the fuck I'm sayin?
Promise that I’m sane
Flow too hot, no two thought the same
Noggin sharper than a sword
Log in to my collegeboard.com
SAT’s, check and see the scores I got on them
Careful if you hop onto this train
I ain't making stops until Taina, lights display my name
Laughing like hyenas ‘cause my lines always on game
I could write for others and they’d kill the beat ‘cause they been framed
I should frame this
So far every bar's been aimless… opened up an iPhone note and I just wrote shit as it came
Guess I could claim that’s how it's meant to be
Mention the sick, manic me
Plea temporary insanity and let the chorus clean up after me
I'm a catastrophe
It's past a week, I have to sleep
So tired that I plank the street; walk it like a pirate dyin, only see one eyelid
I'd have been Picasso’s masterpiece
My heart is throbbing fast as David Cassidy in magazines
Doing nothing was driving me just as crazy so I took the wheel and now I'm pushing 180
Don't hate me… but it's like Haiti, the way I'm shaking this shit up
Won't take me a minute, hold your breath
‘Cause this is goin down without a hiccup
Still pretty fuckin' crazy
Hushpuppies praise me since the days that you raised me
Man, real fuckin' crazy
Hushpuppies, hushpuppies, hushpuppies praise me
Can't look away, my train of thought’s a wreck
Coo-coo for this choo-choo
Yes I'm new, but you should Bring It On, Eliza Dushku
Got a couple loose screws
Head is shredded, HAM as mu shu
When exactly did I lose you?
Speaking shit deeper than Hulu
Who knew this cat was boxing 9 like Sudoku?
Fighting just to stay alive, keeping Fiddler off the Tin Roof
Oof…
So cryptic, I'm the bane of their existence
Raising questions In The Studio like James Lipton
My rap handicap is that it's non-accessible
I guess that’s why they push me to the side like I'm their vegetables
But I refuse to spell it out simple like some Kesha bull
Detestable
Just Try-because it's a Festival
Unless y'all really think I should stop ‘cause most won't be getting it
Forgetting that’s the same shit they sentenced Arrested Development?
Melanin low, I still rap though
I ain't pack a gat, no
But I got a Glock in my pack, ipso facto Crack Baby Gap go Platinum over night
Yeahhh right
Drinking Out of Cups, how I think this shit up
Junior's so Goodin the booth, they be calling me Cuba
And press repeat because I'm stomping on this beat like Koopa Troopas
(Fresco)
Like demolishing a carnival, it’s un-fair
What we do to rap
Tanch took a nap somewhere
We do it big like eyebrows on Martin Scorsese
I swear to god…
Hushpuppies, you betta praise me.
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Crack Baby Gap,
released 03 September 2011
Instrumental: 1993, DJ Signify
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