Amazing Prophet - The Courtyard lyrics

[Intro- C-sar] They ask what C-sar's been doing in the streets So I told 'em Told 'em [Verse 1-CRYM] I been puffing product properly studying scholarly Never losing steam like a debate between philosophies Subjects of the courtyard gather round for the camaraderie I'd call you son but I treat you more property than fatherly Not cut out for poverty, smoking on that pottery Making a mockery of this illusory democracy Had to sink my teeth into something that's Lebanese Speaking Farsi packing parsley, hit it harshly and it set him free I don't recommend ketamine, so far ain't caught a felony Tell 'em, C, they wanna make trouble they face a penalty No word of a lie, I should get this sh** prescribed Unprecedentedly high, that's what the f** am I You can't buy yourself out from under the blue sky Talking 'bout you too fly but you and I both new guys With the quickness I dipped with my chicken and ditched the pigeon coop Something a lot of y'all are perpetually fixing to Toking antiseptic, probiotics in a gla** bowl Your friendly neighborhood stoned a**hole [Hook] Just had to take a stop at the courtyard (repeated) [Verse 2] These rappers don't see me as a threat, they can see me as a jet Taking off, cause I see em as a pest As for game I can't beat em at it yet, never even skimmed the rulebook Funny f**er fuss around maybe getcha j**els took I'm the type to transfigure your transistors Dismember your cis mother and trans sister His palms sweaty hanging on a ledge, his hands slipping I'm so ubiquitous k**a you can't miss it Maybe I am tripping, my history acidic Ain't been basic since the matrix spit me out for ad-libbing Damn it I'm gab-gifted attracting em bad b**hes You bout it then bring the bud to the back of your dad's Civic Came back from a trap mission the sack had my a** sizzling Every single day I'm getting based like Cal Ripken I'm going wolverine thrashing ahead with the fullest steam An agent of deforestation saying I be pulling trees Look at me, jotting lines enough to write a book or three I got the formula to put the Washington in Booker T [Hook] Just had to take a stop at the courtyard (repeated) [Verse 3] Aye, a-aye, make em say a word for once, motherf** ya vocables Distilling the illest and chilling it til its potable Willingly k** every liability with propofol Bonesaw and ammonia then let the garbage disposal go It's only gonna get colder before I turn the heat up Just re'd up and now I'm tryna put my feet up On mahogany, remember I been grimy since a little kid Whatever was in reach of me was getting shoplifted quick Sipping on the vapor making paper in the courtyard Plotting on a p**n star orgy in a foreign car You can eat at my barbecue but piss in your own yard On my ninety ninth birthday catch me dusting from a corncob Incorrigible horndog, my syllables pivotal Rhymes choking out your cochleas and filling occipitals Ready set suffocate, porter cranking up the gate Bordering an upper place margin off a gutter tape Won't see no bars, making do without the shutter shades "Your name is Clevis" chuck a fetus at your feet on mother's day