Work ethic: John Cena
More of a Kenny Omega in the ring, I’m a cleaner
Puff Selina
Bidi, Bidi BOOM explode my sinuses
Bump Fred da Godson on the 3 train
Lawrence Turner made me popular in Queens
My mother grew up on 180, guess the cipher is complete
They and Xavier watch the Tiger roam an empty castle
Peace to David Bowie for the glass full
Throughout my life I’ve been an asshole
The shit starts smelling mad good when the composition is honorable
Quite the scholar to be bothering with honest fumes
Astonish tunes unpredictable to modest moves
It was all a bad dream I once said
Thank you, John, Tony and Owen, for the blankets on my bed
Keep me in the black as far as brain bank accounts go
Drive slowly, park the car, get on the bike and go
Unhurried building – another form of what Tai taught
Still want that Incredibles 2 sky loft
39th street – first corporate dinner party at The Skylark
Underage drinking – handsome fuck up on the pie chart
39 percent are desired remarks
Been a sexy beast like Mike Meyers with them fly Clarks
Really Nas and Ghost taught me how to lay
Steph and Anastasia gave the okay
Georgia addicted to say the least
With Amanda had to slay the beast
Of depression and more addiction
It always plays for keeps
Jinji probably my soulmate in the case it exists
Had a couple of dreams of Nick too close to my throat to slit
Don’t want the hatred to even become tangible
Rejeana was the test of tests; fuck my life at its best
Two refund check funded flights to the west
To a mother and a prostitute stripper for flesh
How susceptible I was to the dust under the rugs
The modules of 2Pac’s description of a thug
The hate you give, the love you give, I share my cousins blood
13 bad luck to them right after the dozenth flood
Skip the floor straight to the fourteen in the building I work
Thick skull like the glass that be shielding the clerk
Feelings bezerk
Emotion at its peak isn’t worth
Line up line down, share the geese with the birds
Hit up Greece for the nerve – to depict you on your birth
And the lining of the stars to speak on your further girth
As a being that works in the ultimate universe
Romans made up the curse
Fuck em until it hurts
Luck is the real work speaking in wrestling terms
Something that just jolts out of space and time to alert
A grand happening?
What a joke, call Jerry
Shyamalan can’t provoke my scary
CM Punk can’t pipe bomb his ass around me, guarantee he get buried
Oh, by the way fuck Terry, I know it’s heavy
Thanks Mitchell for the King Geedorah tape
That’s what I got for reading Peter and faith
You can hear the inspiration – always on my Ma fucking DOOM shit
My presence brings up the room temp
March was the first month till they moved it
Now I march to the beat of my own Reason 9 files, no tools bitch
Victim of prejudice but I never slit a tear because I am an organism of metaphysics
Never amount to spiteful vision
But when the I headline the ill venue then you better visit
Gamble risk it till the spliff burns away – learned from the betters
They tell me good luck I tell them to suck a feathered d-dick
Bumping 38 Spesh while I grind the purple
Slumping on my 39th breath just to find the circle
Ceiling got glass as big and blind as Urkel
Got to be bat shit crazy to unwind the hurtful
I’m crazy training, so what - call me a jerk you can turn to the burning flame throw a V in the air like Kirk do
Might perform a Haka like Umaga
Born this way; like a got a monster cosign from Lady Gaga
These devils look so fine in the latest Prada
Tommy Prada and the choir crew kept my self-esteem top honor
Christopher Rhodes award winner in 20-11
Christopher Rios and Wallace prior to this had gave me lessons
So, The Sun King, Jimmy Carter and yours truly
Can manifest purely, prophetic and unruly
Cipher Complete
Cipher Complete
Cipher Complete
Cipher Complete
Cipher Complete