Paradox

Writing rhymes all throughout the night time

Or I'm roaming through the city tryna fight crime

"Why don't you let a little light shine?"

I'm sniffing white lines, they say I must be out my right mind

So I told 'em it was always left

I never wear any pair of shoes from Payless

But I kick flows heavy as the weight requirement

To sing in choir with the Sunday's Best

Fuck making they hoes say "Yes!"

They either tell me "Stop! Don't! No!" or they screaming "No, don't stop!"

High as attics when I'm smoking on this home-grown pot

I got the Canon but I ain't taking photo shots

I keeps the 4-4 cocked, make the girating bodies

Of these homos drop then Tony Romo launch

My ball sack deep down the whole throat of a thot

I kill the beat whether my rhymes had a motive or not

 

Hook

And it don't stop, spit flows hot as the stove top

Blowing pot, toting Glocks, fill ya noggin with shots

I'm a goblin, you're a goon, I live on top of the Moon

Clydeology the album & I am dropping it soon

Rap tight like cacoons high like a balloon

Full of helium, even quadraphelics be feeling him

Give em Hell like Charmeleon or the Devil

In heavenly weather, don't even try, you'll never be better

 

I got a song for every letter in Cleverlasting

You'll get the 13th one whenever you rappers past me

Never; I'm too stellar, you other fuckers are ass cheeks

And very soft, like the dairyaire of a Care Bear

Receiving wear & tear from a pre-teen virgin

Ima need my fair share of the profits for these verses

My flow's finger licking good like Churches chicken

Kung-fu kicking these lyrical words of wisdom

So learn & listen, I'm turning crews to murder victims

I done made the worst decisions like slapping my wife

When I walk in the kitchen only to witness the sight of dirty dishes

From serving detention to hurting you little girls in prison

Bars.. locked in the confines of penitentiaries

And hopefully they'll set 'em free sometime within a century

Until then, I'll be sitting in this living Hell

Tossing all my commissary money down the wishing well