Frost (West Coast) - Eddington (Freeverse) lyrics

99 percent of the time, i'll occupy your mind You gotta listen up, fetch a tent and a sign, its my time Write rhymes, inner fly, I got that kite mind Now tell me is it the right time to let my light shine Sense you don't make like a sentence without spaces Ya'll don't paint pictures you just deliver traces Back to the basics, let them see like Lasik No matter what the case is, no serve, i'll ace it Test my progress of my blessing no lessons Your girl needs a session of caressing, no questions No I'm just messing, or am I? Keep you guessing Constant stressing, only talkin' about lettuce and dressing f** That! I was on the bottom like fat chicks And now the worlds on top of where my sack is Or they ask where the cash is They say rap is only for black kids Rappin' about Racks, to me, Nordstrom's is where that is Fire on the mic, leave you all ashy I just run this sh** like a track meet As for the promise ring, boy don't ask me Cause now we're in the back seat, no taxi But at least you now know she isn't cla**y The listeners admire, your girl prespires Your songs drag on (dragon), I spit fire I need to aquire my desires when the situation's dire I will never tire, or become a liar, Frost She on my wiener like sauerkraut Spittin' harder than a llama mouth The kid can truely rap, and besides common doubt Frost isn't a lost cause because I'm hotter than a sauna now You ain't never real, Amish Online Dating If you're hot b**h, I'm 10 degrees past Satan