...as fast as my hand permits me
Locals didn't like you, but they girl dig me
...I do it so filthy
No blueprint, 48 laws to 50
...conned and aggressive
Song a succession, shows my progression
...and if I had it my way
I hold your face down as I drove on the highway
...I'm too old for this sh**
Turned 29 feel too grown for these kids
...but let the young dance
Learn from my father, judge no man by his pants
...beat breaks and Guinness
Venomous sentences, my penmanship's exquisite
...from my soul to my mouth
It's Langston aka Cornell South
...I practice longer
With every rhyme, I grow stronger