So what I rap
could you give fuck
I don’t think you could care about
A thing I’m putting up
You could tell me I suck
But good luck deterrin
this Young master I’m a
show em up
All my work is flowin up
All my homies know it yup
All my homes are fo us
All your heads be blowin up
No way you can show us up
Unless you J. J. Abrams
With the dough and stuff
Made it and faking.
And won’t admit, young master
Backup in the stu stackin jackets
But cashfucked. Outlastin still, the
masked benefactors. Bastards redact
but I still get what I’m after
and on
and so it goes
and on
and so it goes
and on
and so I go
flowin on
untouchable
And to claim that I’m the same
When I’m anything but
Got me feelin refrainin from
Just destroyin your name
But I remain stoic, you know it
Like my row is up
Nothin getting to me
I’m a show em up
All my work is flowin up
All my homies know it yup
All my homes are fo us
All your heads be blowin up
Drum beats soundin pro and stuff
All my stats one hundred
I take my shit just slow enough
Cookin that thunder
The latest from Lazy Habits documents “the fall of a fictional resort for the rich” in crisp and pulsing jazz tracks. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2022
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