Skb 13 (R.O.A)

Yes

 

I am a poet, round of applause for me

I’m so heroic I can unsalt the sea

 

Jaw speaks jauntily, in the book of psalms I read

The law frees hauntingly, don’t look at the jarring thieves

I saw God’s beak taunting me from a crooked peak

Wanting me to start gnawing on wooden teeth

Puttin’ me in His art was jawing me, is He serious?

Delirious, cookin’ in His kitchen, I felt super sick

I mix the Holy Water with the white Eucharist

God’s Holy daughter married a bluer crip

GDK colonized the church and they doing it

They created Nephilim, swinging pendulums

Forty years moving through the sand dunes

Spent the last 40 days out in Cancun

That’s what 5000 years to a man do

Lead a group or be the one in the troop

You either get higher or continue to be the fool

Through the wire, I’m congruent to the uncool

I’m uncouth, but my views prosper no matter who

Or what covers it too, I’m the one for the youth

The Sun to your moon, the one second until doom

The fun on honeymoons until death of the groom

Something smooth like gin inside the room

The finest brewed meets the nicest dudes

In lightened suits, feet supply the tightest shoes

Middle-men fiddling with the lives of our righteous too

Lotta fighters inside the wired jail classroom

Bail payers to igniters if their frail last shrooms

 

I am a poet, round of applause for me

I’m so heroic I can unsalt the sea

 

Lotta moving parts, plus my own foolish heart

What am I doing besides giving you clueless art?

Got Chi-Town folk fronting like their Lu’

You exactly what he want to take away from the youth

So be proud of you, your listeners and crew

You rap for prisoners, I write for Harvard’s pews

You rap for hoods, I rap for bar-diggas and fools

Dissectors look at my shit, they don’t look at you

You tryna raise the stakes when you can’t afford too

You only got enough for chicken and corn juice

Poor meals like that got you thinking porn and unscrewed

Women dehumanizer, you just like them other dudes

I’m a lyrical brutalizer, you just another ghoul

Tryna act as if you’re a human too

You the product of that the Von’s produced

Musical slop that only the losers listen too

Fools’ll drop raps that are ponies to mules

Mules do the work, you just step around the dirt

Can’t get your petty hands dirty for your work

I’m carrying the last of the dying lyrical words

 

I am a poet, round of applause for me

I’m so heroic I can unsalt the sea

Yeah it’s Kalligraphy season

I can rap alllll day if I really wanted to

But I don’t like to

So I write

And I could never stop

Album dropping on ya nonestop