[Verse 1: Geez Francisco]
Days like this wish I was richer
Pennies down the well tryna get a couple wishes
Grand mom tripping on dishes smoke from the swishers
And my chicken succumbing to her womanly intuition
She thinking I'm cheating knowing her I'll need a deacon
Cause she a Rican and probably cut my tongue out just for speaking , she know I love her
And I get busy on these beats the ribs crack when I speak
Every sixteen is a key
Sold marijuana for a couple weeks, used to smoke the stash
Bagged oregano to make the cheese
Made some enemies a couple homies, but I prefer my lonesome
Meditation for the patience the conscious mind of a stoner
Never pack a pistol my pineal like a ginzu
Mind as a weapon my memory probably splitchu, swiss army
I see future in these bars, that I wrote in chinks car
High looking at the stars
Alone in my room approaches my doom, the reaper creeping on me no scythe only harpoons
He poking at my ego, I'm floating high as an eagle
My thoughts is overly senile, from the city of Siegel
Free Beanie I probably come through in a clean Beanie
And a team of anemic MC's thats seeing demons
Money ain't the motive it's the only route that's scenic
Say it then I mean it my team is full of Supremists
Bunch of extremists spitting these Precincts
Til we in the precincts or embalming fluid leaking
On top of my sh**, ocular see far as binoculars but I ain't equipped
Quit your occupation get a job in waiting
Or a**a**ination have you in the house of Satan
Waiting on the fire blazing to take em
Then burn em til he raisins, erase em
Regenerate em, then we restart that day again
With more speed than a cheetah surpa** at leisure
I roll gra** and ether it leave me high as a Amelia
The rap game chameleon adapt to any scene again
Ascend to a dragon then scorch em like Charmeleon
Hard as Adamantium, manga reading champion
Blacks still champing em in my vans and my panel em
DDT slamming my opposition on accident
And come equipped with axes for n***as that want the static
My future looking kosher, smoking coast to coast
With all the hipster hoes filling rows at all of my shows
I pray to god this sh** go how it's supposed to go
I'm pessimistic by nature and pa** a fist to hater
Annihilate em while eating packets of now n later
Getting fondled by Sanaa Latham while intoxicated
30 ounces deep off some sh** the OGs would tweak
This OE got the best of me, it's such a recipe
I was created to k** radio deals
Momma ain't know when I was watching Chuckie and Phil
Hey Arnold taught me cool and calm usually win the races
Still watching Yugioh guess I ain't get up out that phase yet
Chickens still surround me like McDonald in the play pen
Pigs too but I send crews to castrate them
Decimate them leave no hope for an Engravement
Replace em with the Haitians, they all crooked
History books is full of bullsh**, I write my own history pave the way with a full clip
Told me English teacher I'm Huey Newtons incarnate
The revolution is starting so grab ya uzi my partna
And pray to god that, they Gardnas ain't packing larger
Or you'll be in the garden, pushing up daisys
Dancing with Swayze, mourning your baby
While they stomping on your grave from the soil to the pavement
I resurrect and elevate it, I'm raps David