Nobody matching my assertion on Point like a sea urchin not Persuaded By the waves current
Do my thing in Secret keep it under Wraps no turban Yo pace stagnant You lack courage Guilt got him Moving nervous smash The gavel I Could prove the verdict Drop bars Like I'm losing service I Can't sleep Up late tryna plot the Grand scheme Of things ain't nobody Feeding me Stomach empty as my Pantry when Belly of the Beast Growling stay Away moving crowds Like a Stampede style vintage as some Antiques tell 'em quit the antics I Been on my zen shit spitting written From the fifth dimension catch me If You can but you can't bish