letz b honest

I don't want to sell my soul let's be honest my music a miracle I'm hooked on phonics sounding so unethical smoking chronic the hits equipped numerical the sub atomic and these chicks ain't wearing clothes that gin and tonic moving ohs like cheerios that hood a nomics the closer calls hysterical I feel bionic it's like everywhere I go every where I go I bring the show I'm from a ruckus breed I don't cut it close like camos you can fucking bleed you must believe I bust the thing make it sting like a hive of bees with such a swing I can find the means it don't appease I just squeezed kill entire league with higher means with dire feeds on survival greed a wise emcee I'm indeed like a tribal bleeds