jaime

excuse my french but, she kiss like a broad wit no lips
as i travel abroad wit no chips...
ain't never seen one, so i's not recognize no ships.
blips on radars, clockin quasars
soul patrol in sharp blue blazors
before the layzars, man tag you're it
the chosen, frozen, in street, you might get hit
split in 2, amoeba feevuh
at the group home, there's a bunk for u
beats get juggled,
we could discuss struggle...
or lay down all weather coats over puddles
disappear in London's fog, then
reappear in sisco's smog
these Nabisco's god...
got a whole lottah nerve
natural born doctors of spin, with a whole lottah swerve
campaign, champagne bottles
christianing ships, model optimist
the runway's a plank, the audience sharks
there's no night light to life
you finna swim in the dark
tuck in chin, then get smart
they put shoe to ear
guzzle beers and throw dart
niggah, we fabricate art - in circles
stereo types get broke apart
a baby face'll merk you
you facin grown men wit curfews
some later day saints that birthed cool
no dress rehearsal
married in flip flops and jeans
carried a clip board on site like I manage the bricks that leave
nah man.. they red ones we buildin
cliche we say we for the children
then we for us... cause most times we act like dem
an actually... that ain't so bad
crayola controller, finger paint the pad
i got rhymes on stand by, am i mad
no not at all, i mean life's too short to be so sad
mournin ghost, good mornin hope
float on over... all hallows get weened in late October
late night hay rides, night life for agriculture
in pace we phase out the savage, the vulture
regurgitate and re initiate our culture
feed it to the yute
then show and prove so its us they salute...
no refueling the machine
cause it's us they recruit
whether it be for front lines
or chained together on bus lines
let's do lunch, no math
niggah it's crunch time