Momma Miss America

[Laws]
Yeah, live and direct, break it down
Roll it up like here, try this, no time to side-step
Drums like whipped crack, stayin' present
Me and Paul like a lit match made in Heaven
Flow so poetic, this is for the ages
Kids who reckless, get ‘em on stages
I’m takin' mental inventory of these haters
What happens in my brain stays in it like Vegas
I ain’t playin' kid, this is no hobby
Y’all ain’t tryna hurt nobody like playin' kid
The word got around 'bout this amazin' kid
When his flow spark, it get darker than an Asian wig
Aye man, aye I like that guitar man
Lemme get a little bit of reverb
Yeah, yeah, that’s what I’m sayin' fam
They want me to simultaneously be the savior
And make ‘em dance, in the meantime, gotta make a band
I'mma have to be more secure than Jenna Jameson’s man
Pack a beast too big for the cages
Rhymes like birthdays ‘cause they for the ages
Ain’t this hip-hop’s time of hysteria?
I’ll carry the torch like momma miss America
Industry a undertaker, it just wanna bury you
Got a lot of toys but a doll don't wanna share with you
God bless America, sendin' poor to fight
But when they get home, they don’t wanna take care of ya
Aw man, why it go and get political? They just wanna dance
Give ‘em somethin' for the stripper hoes
Guess that’s the game on the path to fame
Break the ozone and make it acid rain
Put myself in a position where I could save the children
But I don’t know if nobody gonna listen
The kids is all 106'in', on the block pitchin', on the phone bitchin'
Fillin' up radio request lines with wait, are you kiddin'?
You wanna hear a song called Fry That Chicken?
Man, man I been sayin' this mess has to stop
So I'mma show a little class over classic rock