My family builds like pig triplets
Armed with bricks, just the type you build homes with
No coke head sh**
I hear my folks blew my flow on the mic
Funny thing 'cause they're nowhere in sight
They must be damn good ventriloquists
So nice you might think I'm writing in cursive
When I leak heat like a broken pipe in the furnace
Furnish the beat and hold the damn mic with a purpose
Serve and protect with earnest syllables, yo
I gotta circle this
My ducks in a row and my eggs in the basket
Let them hatch when I'm seeking expansion
My ideas are ma**ive and meticulous
Particularly when I'm gripping for pens to draw on my own endless narratives
Wrong imperative, I don't shine, I glare like carrots in the wintertime air
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The gem's genuine
Colder than flightless birds in tuxedoes
The penguin verbs when the arm drops the needle
You can love me when I'm dead