Deep songs, smoothing along, catching my breath, bequeath-ing extraordinary talents.I see what's next! Intently listening to these raps, reapting the same old facts. We gotta relax Become one of many, Spewing this shit right back, rawness is creeping, and crawling back, doubled news. What a terrific snack, lay me down, there's too much crap, you can't even vote for a good song to be produced. They'll throw it down the drain. and let it resurface with no real truth. Expect mistakes from these youngins They've all been conditioned. To see a broken view. Hard pill to swallow. Reality is pretty hurtful to the youth I am a hypocrite when I sing I say I won't shoot, but then turn around And rap some senseless Clowning shit on my peers gaining thier views Who am I to judge what a person do? All imma do Is step in this booth And make a record or two Then find a producer So I can climb up the rapper ladder And reach the roofs Am taking the loot But not any views or plays to put on my album too. Gloomy mood 90s rapping, or 80s rapping I ain't no cappuccino, but I can make my bars have an expresso. I am able, to have another beer sitting on this table Am out