23 Bis Rue du Despensaire

[J. Arrr]

Yea
Another walk in the shoes of a giant
It's hard to change a nigga thoughts when he's used to complying
The lucid is blinding, I'm as Braille as it gets
They gon relish the spit
This priceless saliva right in Carolina
Quoting scriptures that's not in the bible
I screamed knowledge is power then dropped outta college
Don't gotta tell you that society's fond of the viral
I'm clocking the spiral, I'll provide the cure when the time is sure
Now they're synchronized watching, I got thеir wrists locked
This is how it sounds to be hip hop
They spit lots of garbagе, I'll be here when that shit stops
A fast track to whack, I'll be here in the pit stops
I'm too complicated, I be hearing ‘em pissed off
Their lips glossed
Mouths too pretty to spit bars
I hit hard
Tyson in his prime
Ivan Drago on a side note
Although I've never killed the Apollo
They gon feel this Afflalo, I'm Aaron em out
Letting God order the steps, I just carry em out
Never cared to account for the losses
Cause where I grew up in the hood the surroundings were nauseous
Everybody throwing up a set
A lot of issues that were unaddressed
Life was a bitch but I was up her dress, nothing less
Every time I pushed my limits, the sky was adjacent
When they were killing for a chance, I was dying to take it
Never married to the game, but had prior engagements
I never picked up the bottle, just got high on occasion
The trap was a disease that was highly contagious
Just to avoid infection, I found a replacement
Hooping took me to places I used to read about
I made sure I took the scenic route
Peeping out the windows of buses, trains, planes and automobiles
I swear that shit will have you all in your feels
Now the devil sitting all in your grill like how you make it here
I see a promising future, nigga lets make a deal
I'll throw in money, the bitches, ice just to make it real
And make you feel like the man if you stick with my plans
I swear I didn't listen though
I think it put my career and death under mistletoe
Cause now instead of shooting the rock, I'm out here kicking flows
It's like I'm mad at the carpet
They feel the traction, got the static to spark it
I'm crafty and sharper than half of these artists
Pass me the garlic
These niggas biting, I can't be a target
But got the bullseye
I’m still rapping without a Phil Jackson
Skills mastered but you can't coach niggas on having real passion
They’re still lacking all the vitals nshit
Taking shots but it's a sizable miss, BBWs
They like to send a double when I iso my shit
But fuck the metronome, I've never had to ride with a clique
Half of the shit got me feeling like Kaepernick, this what I need to fight for
Get it, what I knee'd to fight for
Fuck it, I just need to write more
They’re calling me the mic boy
But Billie Jean ain't claim me either
So I guess I gotta make believers
Consistent as Rev Run rocking those same Adidas
I've seen some of the same niggas y'all name as leaders turn bitch quicker than Tyler Perry playing Madea
But that's another story for another time
Just make sure my vocals normalized
One day I'll be immortalized
Til then, I'm just a normal guy
Who likes to jump in a session and leave it mortified
Book that
Some shit y'all don't ever look at
Fucked the game up, had it moaning off a put back
That means I just got the tip in
Try not to be a dickhead when you listen