Verse:
I put the beer in the bag, put my paint in the pack, put the fear into peers, its abundantly clear that your wack/
This right here will soon appear on the wax, I’m still a writer just been on a different type of tracks/
It makes no difference if you resist this, my persistence is infinite, in one instance, you will witness the most gifted lyricist/
Uplifting while I’m riffin’, hot fire out the kitchen, just listen while i glisten and make my mark like griffen/
Put the spark to the piffin’, without a pot to piss in, fuck the badboy Pistons, I’m Scottie when I’m pimpin’/
Snotty nose from the tundra, wonder if I made the right decision, no matter what, I’mma stay focused on my vision/
I’m the dopest, its addiction, you can quote this in your writtens, just note that im furocious and post it in the description/
Cuz this right here, could cause an awful collision, and I wouldnt want your mom to have to see aberration/
Chorus:
I put the paint in my pack like I aint coming back, put my paint on everythang, take claim to these tracks/
You talk a good game, but you the same as your man, yall lame so im taking aim at you plans/
I put the paint in my pack like I aint coming back, put my name on everythang, take claim to these tracks/
Aint nothing changed, check the name on my back, I put burners on trains, this is swag to the Macks/
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Steeped in cool-tone sounds that nod to ’90s greats Tribe, Gang Starr, and Souls of Mischief, this record channels the spirit of the Chicago everyman, propping up the notion that true power belongs to the people. Riffs & Rhymes
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a blend of lyric majesty ontop of a cachophony of sounds that stir my soul's intent into question?im serious .love love love this melodic poet. cafriner