Trog

Intro:

Good morning, kids, (peace, oh shit), gather around, storytime, (Blak Church), yo, (yo)

Verse:

A real creep on a scared block
I only go outside to check on my mailbox
My flow's harder than a jail cop
I'm in the pines like Lead Belly
My tongue held under the red jellies
I'm hunkered in my crib armored like Ned Kelly
Brush my shoulders off (yeah) 'cause I already been dead buried
New rap songs (what), all those wack
You call those raps? I wrote my illest shit at a laundromat (Word)
I ordo-black
I be trippin' face on stagе, the crowd lookin' like a Wherе's Waldo mat
Don't just sit there, activate, reach the peace
Don't listen, just speak to me
I brought the garnish for the feast in the ovals, a speed for freaks
New generation note so a mattress on my back can sleep on me (Nah, man)
Charmin' play fade the new Clark Gable
With a vial of drug for date rape (Woah, woah)
Wait, wait, just a joke, okay, hey
I can't keep a friend, barnacles on a whale sinkin', I'm deep as them
I go to dumpsites, dig up like, two expired stiffs
Then light a cig and sleep with them
You're a weekend trend, in a shea? excrement
You're not even a molecule, on a piece of phlegm

Outro:

It's the sun I'm seeing, and the sun is, it's a golden yellow, that's color, oh GOD, it's beautiful! It's going to wake, no, no wait, not yet, (?), Olgo?, often, that's not fair, it's simply not fair, (?), come back, I won't let you go, please come back, I want this, I want the sun!