Yeah
Since the jammies were tight
All pimpin' knew was to fight
Will never easily fright
Though she trained Benny to freight
Though those floaters in sight
Do not dare lose what's in sight
Michael Jack Theory
It may be dark but believe there will be light
Cause my grip on this spliff, reality might be my vice
And of course intercourse
When I ain't bust in some time
Sometimes I wonder if I'm heading down the right road
Pull something out my glove & take shots with my eyes closed
I suppose
I drop these rhymes
Like these hoes
Drop their clothes
To their toes
Great alibis to be told
"Babe sorry, I was kicking it with my bro"
Lynching memory, Extended metaphor
Aye, Benny, what you know?
I know nothing worth dreaming is easy to acquire
What's on the waves
Ain't the wave
Barely inspires
Liars can't be Messiah
B-Bub bees a liar
I'm throwing joe in faces, kicking them out their recliners
I'm clearly paying attention
And with it
You put my two cents
To bullsh** designer
The f** do I know
I'm a kid who can't call a college
Still I try to kick some knowledge
To the ones who'll follow
Not the ones who'll s** & swallow
[Hook]
You really think that you can fight it though
You ducks really fail to see that it is powerful
I had to let you f** n***as know that the spot is full
n***as who not he
Try to bob he
But it's never been logical