Silly Rabbit

Silly rabbit trixs are for kids

 

Flip the script, I do a trick for the kid, uh

Yeah, I’ll keep quick like I’m slick, you liking my fit

Legit like I’m MF DOOM, can’t catch my drift

They chase the fame, I read the Word that’s written

Talking to God, don’t check my mouth for the wisdom

Shit, I take the rabbit and give it the trick for the kid, yeah

 

Okay, if you know me, you don’t know my brain

Feel lyrics pouring out the pen like I unclogged my drain

I don’t want to lose control, so I don’t ask for one more

But I hear it roar like the midnight rain,

Can I count my pain, uh

With a finger on the trigger I’m aiming it the brain,

No way we ain’t same,

You haters don’t know my name,

Yeah you think lame but

I feel like what they saying is true in the morning

Asking God if this is warning

Or am I learning what it’s like to live like myself

Step back and say “Fuck you, I don’t need no help”

And I’ll play the trick for the kid with the cards I’m dealt

 

I feel like Plato playing with play-doh

I don’t need to sell out shows

I’m planting seeds of thought I don’t work with a hoe (a whoe?)

Whoa, my flow is feeling like Logic,

Now logically this ain’t even a topic

What’s the next line I guess I forgot it

Must have been the wind, too easy another win

Two stepping, just watch my grin,

I’m spinning it pretty thin,

Flow dizzying while it spins,

I guessing that I’m the kid