Sly Trumpets Verses [prod. br( )ke]

Yo shoutout Br( )ke, Helfygid
What it's like to be me
Shoutout Dunz, Drops
DH Porter, Do Good baby
Shoutout Finally, finally

It is what it is

I come in where the drums at
Got the launch pad in the lunch bag
Quite hurt but can still laugh
Like I'd shown up to class and soon sat on a thumbtack

Say you spittin' facts then I must ask
Where'd you get your facts from?
'Cause that's dumb
Suffering succotash!
Numb skull with skullcandy tangled to my mustache
My rhymes come in handy like a bus pass

Immaculate tact, no jabs
You be Obama and I'll be Taft
Fat and happy
Look at me chewin' taffy
Yet can still articulate my speeches accurately, ha!

I do a touchdown dance with the pumpkin I smash
Every day's Halloween so I'm bustin' out the munster mash
You might be the type to use a munchkin like a punching bag
Then suddenly drags and tumbles when somethin' goes bad

But I'm the type of dumplin' to utter some drunkin' gaffs
Then wake up in the mornin' and wonder what's this thundering head
Sunken tons of cash on drug 'n grass but as dumb as that
I dug into the X lookin' for onions in my money maps

So cartoonish I spit for Lola Bunny and Babs
I'm everybody's buddy so it's funny I'm so uglyish sad
Hate learnin' nothin', wasn't touchin' my undergrad
But seems I just love bumpin' bluffs like I'm rubbin' a crag

Wrote a verse in blue pen 'til my thumbs became red
And reached out to Daniel
It musta been somethin' he said

[DH Porter]
I'm fuckin' high man, sh*t
Thanks for havin' me

[Dunzo Donalds]
Wrote this banana split in a single short shift
They knew I had a gift since I'z hooked on tit
Yo it is what it is through crass coarse lips
I'mma show you how to rap this a crash course riff

I could heat it up like a gas torch kid
So if you need a feature you should ask for it
I'm tired and annoyed 'til I blast your mix
Now I'm grateful and I'm joyous
Got a knack for this

[DH Porter]
My favorite president was William Henry Harrison
Could only ever prove my point through personal embarrassment and carelessness
Dying in the cold 'cause you refuse to wear a coat
That's so American

Pockets getting fatter and my songs are getting sadder now
I'm bout to f*ck around and take my Saturn out to Saturn now
Fillin in the blanks like mad libs
My whole squad is socialist I heard you hang with mad libs
Bad decisions like carbon emissions
You live with 'em
I'm listenin to still tippin' on my way to the Shell station
You get to decide if you're fine with this
Advanced concepts I can't apply this sh*t
Go ask my dad he's the scientist
Everything in life has a learning curve
I know they wanna come rearrange me like furniture
Curtains drawn, writing songs
I'm surely gone

Shout out to Dunzo Donalds
I'm just glad you heard me dawg!
Words can hardly grasp how
Everyday just grows worse than the last
I'm on Central Ave. thinkin' 'bout my past

My favorite taco spot just burned to the ground
Now I'm yearning for some purpose something that I've never found
I get around on bike and foot
Smoke for about an hour thirty
Killa Cam on the shower curtain
I'm quiet online but I'm loud in person

The kind of person that you seldom see
A normal life that's hell to me
My own body's like a cell to me
I chop sh*t up like celery
Weed men love to sell to me
Women love the smell of me
There's not sh*t you could tell to me
I stay on records like felonies

Alright, that's enough

Fuck the police
Abolish prisons
Just so we're on the same page about that one

Alright thanks again, spreading some good midwestern vibes around