PLUG (freeverse)

… somebody call the feds… these bars for bodies, I’ll probably step in the booth with a song and stumble on all the heads… they all upset when I spark, I met with an arc of lightning piping off, and right before striking, I saw it start to sweat… you guard your neck like playing hard to get… I’m romping round with a fucking target carved in my chest, ain’t blessing no hearts… repertoire full of clever bars with the sharpest edge you ever saw, I said I’m off the wall, you’d better watch your step… decepticon, turn my leg and arm to a bomber jet… I’m never wrong, that’s a promise kept, and I’m cold, see me walking through Lebanon with a sweater on, if I’m honest? A contraceptive ain’t fucking safe with me, who want it next? Shit I get so high… all the way up… these rappers scared to take a day off… I’m out here fucking holidays up… bitch, I’ve been AWOL / since takeoff / I’m trying stay up… I came to say what’s on my mind like, straight up… Don’t wait up, they don’t know what woke mean… they don’t know smoke, they hoping it won’t be… they all want what they’re told, they ain’t got no dreams… back on my shit… my other half that’ll fucking cap you in both knees… walk up on that ass like “don’t scream” - they be like “no, please!”, Loc… I pop the cork out that Remy but need like 20 after… my style “Yosemite” any rapper, can’t stomach my skills… I’ve got the remedy, let me vax em, I see your identity through that mask, you ain’t put in jack, you just gassed em, I know… I been / nice, should’ve been / pricey in 05… when pay was on my mind they paid me no mind… I raise up that mic like a sun and when I rhyme? I go blind… I raise up that mic like a son, like that was my B-O-Y… no lie, I go hammer on it… need that Roll’s with the scanner on it, that SAT / phone / with the jammer, that cannon, you’ve gotta stand to hold it… they put that weight on my shoulders, I want my hands to hold it, first you gotta earn it, then you own it… know this…