Formerly Milkman

Im be a sinner In a pair of, mis matched socks

See My Finesse an sauce, that be a paradox

lost in my thought, but the girl thinkin out the box,

ayy,

not to mention shes a fox,

Babe

Thoughts unorthodox, like woah

got Tight wraps for the dro,

light up, breathe in, out we blow

sliced up the cretin, how we beaten our foes

dice up the heathen, who be cheatin his hoe

like a spunky punk junky, lookin to score,

crooked low in the city, lookin fo mo

met a lil trippy bitty by the cornerstore

She a petty hoe fo sho, well she pretty tho,

But I'm pretty sho, she don't know my flow

Cunning simple dribble

honey actin funny,

a little;

bursting with giggles, talking in riddles;

stuck in middle, No malcolm, but she poppin X

Flies like a falcon, but her mind still vexed

still by her dose , I'm impressed

Now she toast, but I'm butter I confess

 

 

theres a glass in the hand, the Milkman

Filled it wit the milk and,

my man spilt damn

all on my hundred percent silk shirt man

Sell it off my back, cheap as dirt bam

 

Rolling up out the sack, pulling up skirts

Sample the simple track, show her how it works

Only If she roll it back, throw it in reverse

Never goin through her bag, just her purse

 

I ain't up to nothing bad, cept on this verse

Bet on the back of the hurse,

I'm skitchen

I don't give a fuck bout a whack religion

That, crack, and greed, where hate is driven

 

I Cant listen to what is written with the precision

Made an incision in the wisdom to listen to her visions

She just a victim, to all of my decisions

She must be forgiven

For rollin wit a villain

 

Lord willing my killin from the beginning , Till the end,

It's why I been winnin, and yall chillun stay pretend. When,

I'm descending from the heavens

To defend my fallen brethren,

Wit heavenly weapons, I teach em lessons

in less than seven seconds

 

The essence of my presence, preaching my intentions

I ain't takin questions, hold em till the end

They Confess em defend em, no comprehension

Bars my nvention from the back of detention

They monopolizin off my attention,

Never apologize, they need an intervention

And did I even mention, the tension of perfection

Not even a question if I'm looking for direction

Maybe my perception is differ -- ent from yo lessons

Isn't it connections, that reveals ours essence

Fuck yo 3 dimensions, I be coming with a vengeance

Listen to my sentence or I'm comin with the weapons

 

theres a glass in the hand, the Milkman

Filled it wit the milk and,

my man spilt damn

all on my hundred percent silk shirt man

Sell it off my back, cheap as dirt bam

 

Rolling up out the sack, pulling up skirts

Sample the simple track, show her how it works

Only If she roll it back, throw it in reverse

Never goin through her bag, just her purse

I ain't up to nothing bad, cept on this verse

But I'm on my voodoo, working up a curse

Cookin bad juju, I'm comin for you first

Ya well who knew, I'm the best of the worst

now im goin cuckoo, in my words yo immersed

Diamonds just like glue, but I didn't splurge

Listen to my words, like yo ass up in church

maybe find some meaning, if you really search