We don't need no egos to be dope
We just need people who need people
Who know people to freak flows meet goals and grow
Crescent Moon:
Call me old-fashioned
I got pa**ion for grabbin' mic cords
Escaping max-security psych wards so I can write more
Shoulda chosen the right door for paradise
But you chose the janitor's closet
I'll push you in and lock it to spare your life
You can't see me like Fabio upon your patio
Over most hardcore n***as heads like pantyhose
Channy knows the reason that my brain don't function properly
Cuz I overheat it, leave it hot like stolen property
I'm not what flowin' oughta be, I oughta be arrested
Deeply congested, and I keep lottery tickets guessing
The more the pleasant the few the proud who blew the crowd
Leavin' Russian clouds, I gotta stop thinkin' out loud
You might get a vasectomy or a bad check from me
Just try not to get on my bad side, and that's next to me
I dissect MCs alphabetically in the directory
From amateur a**holes to zombies you was never meant to be...