Cadence Weapon - Black Hand lyrics

I take the break where it is, cousin cadence "f**in" weapon 8 step programmer..listen sleepers hand on the pillow black hand like Gavrillo I don't spit coke rap, what you gram into kilos i was standing for real bro (yup) sure I'll house you but i won't supply you a meal though not really...keep your points slow unto yourself i dropped out with a 4.0, have a way with words heavy mental, gentle barely every single sound signal will rest me in development I'm the intelligent black speaker with a sound that brings every relevant black speaker at the black dog, they're sort avoids me raps future is blacker than their important employees your dead if it's fight night cause with veg your quite tight britenite, so I got you pegged like light-brite I stick it to b**hes split decisions I can tell your friends lying and I don't riddle with griffins style soft like a pillow for real though black hand like Gavrillo I'm Bob Dylan on the fence will I sellout or buy in? either way, I'm indebted to science pyramid schemes with quaintness on the grip I won't push this block unless enough is much money is spent the kid was shook to scandal, the pistol-grip punks do the work cause the vandals took the handle hope that hits you harder than an anvil the way i wrote my Epitaph date with that face and the handbill like damn real, that's my space like Jetsons your on myspace with my line as a reference that'll leave hookers with a dime and your preference I'm hard-top copy, I don't whine or regret sh**. a question: how's it feel to feel the house like the speaker? plus the wielded joust for the weaker and the poorer hand black like O'maras and I ran to the back with 7 years and 4 scores style soft like a pillow for real though black hand like Gavrillo i said "get' em" I'm done with dead riddims the #1 question is "can the heads mix' em?" i gotta vendettas with ice chains and grills but I'll flame ya sk**s might pain your illness f** writers block! i block writers on the regularly I'm sedimentary fight or talk with on the dusty berry like going into battle, they say the warrior is god-like means if your a civilian, your looking at a dogfight colder than the frostbite, i walk with strikes in one blocks like Pac-man but with more rubber then Dunlop who's grimy? again who's rhyming? ask your girl, she blew my towel like Boots Riley and now foods try me, catch me when the flows done like it was 88, ripping lean patches off a homespun no one can touch' em, so I'm takin my marker to get my point across like an atheist archer style soft like a pillow for real though black hand like Gavrillo