Langston Thoreau - Nappa lyrics

...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