Blended Babies - Roosevelt lyrics

Man my pops had told me son you better choke up And when you get to the plate, Embrace that no one.. No one, could retire the side without a sign of their pride Cracking with that one f**ing pitch I know you'll get a hold of, But hold up This game belongs to you, make it yours Overcome the sh** that i haven't, that's what I made you for Just take this sword and arrange the orders by aiming mortars Facing forward as they lay before you while proclaiming war I take a tour of this, shelled with performance and ordinance Twisted and ripped, I move like contortioned tortoises I mean, A florist is remorseless when it's pouring It's misfortunate, they're forcing to course it before the torch is lit So f**ing follow me If not, swallow me And become another branch on this brittle looking hollow tree A f**ing prodigy, philosophy and occupy the dotted line While copywriting products of democracy And me casa su casa see, my casa's beat But we'll make it work I got pasta, tea, and a lot of weed We'll f**ing chill with it, ill with it sk**ed with it man I'm back relaxing intact while tatton is heel flipping You know the usual, it's all voib from my hair follicles Toe nails, until my motherf**ing cuticles Throw it in neutral, let it reflect where my head is And f** the women my exes are Roman Numerals I'm punching marsupials, I hit to qualify Shoot the lines together, I'll forever make this column bind The pot lobotomized the options I have locked inside my conscious mind Man I bring it out with sh** my doc prescribed So listen close as this pen explodes with my written notions Shorten your days, I'm the coldest this is a winter solstice You b**hes fold when I spit unloaded clips, I'm focused Dawg I f** the world until her clit is swollen And man this one is for the narrow minded Just because there's a pattern don't mean this sparrow flies it And just because they lack substance don't mean I can't provide it Man I'll 300 this arrow and leave a pharaoh blinded I'm Robert Deniro minded, just a Good Fella Hitting trees daily with the homies, a bunch of wood peckers I'm bad mannered, relax I pack fatter and crack laughter At back packers and talentless swag rappers Cause all they're doing are knocking down what I'm trying to build And it's unlikely you'll auction out what my mind conceals And they can try to feel, but I don't think they know me well So I just roll with it dawg, It's all Franklin Roosevelt Wake the f** up (c) - Jay Wirth - Roosevelt // Eclectic (2013)