K3 C.B

[Verse]
I got a bone to pick, I'm so sick of the grief
I'm tossin' stones with my fists to break the ice on the creek
Deciphered just like a glyph, back in 3K BC
I don't fuck with nobody, that's why I keep a mystique
I'm a walking sack of meat with a bringing heartbeat
Creeping up into the scene in my jet pack Nikes
You don't even want to know what happens when my thoughts become erratic
Here, it's what you got me, [?] pull out the automatic
Grab you by the toe and tag it
I'm not even 'bout it, though
[?] is like a traffic light
Always with the stop and go
I can hear the color cause echo loud as I approach
The saints of time is on my mind
I fantasize, the end is close