Untitled Song
• Written by Los
I don't want your cd I don't won't no attic
Think fixing your tv you don't won't no static
What you think this 8 mile, but you no rabbit
Think A. I. when I say I don't need no practice
Need no tactic, I don't even need no magic
Cuz I'm sick already, y'all don't need no graphics
If there's action, coming from this skillful classic
One shot can have your back slide, sinful catholic
What you rappin/wrappin
A gift for me
I don't care you can get pushed off a cliff for me
Step on my Jordan's ain't talking cuz I lack conversation
I'll push your organs pushed back like a black congregation