W.e.s.m.o - Rustic

Riff off the top of the clock
Hick up and pass me the spark
I walk with a mop like a boss
And slop on the court like a god
I'm boxed for a minute to start
And change my whole life for the score
I’m making the guap' and I'm bored
I still cant invest in a sport
Dribble dub god
Ducks duck geese
Dimes For a squad
Hopeless the deal for your prize
Open your mind
I'm way too wise
Little red hen Whole offered pie
N***** on N****** be Killin' my vibe
N***** on n*****killin' my time
N***** my n*****be beggin' for mine
Harder to balance your mind
Every day racing for time
Backseat ain't worth all mine
Trash on trash beat why
Real name emcees borderline
While club drug rap songs all r fine
What in the world in the whole man kind
Cant make sense and I'm stressed for a dime
I'm stuck and I'm paralyzed
Pernitrate and I'm penalized
In Amerikkan times
Black lives are viewed through devilish eyes
Lay on the low while they make a disguise
Starting anarchy & conquer demise
Beats on the ride, while i live double timed
Mind on the prize
Pays a toll on your lies
Mind on the prize pays tolls for your lies
Yeah
Yeah
That bandz on bandz on fans man don’t mean shit
That bandz on bandz on fans man don’t mean shit
That bandz on bandz on fans man don’t mean shit
That bandz on bandz on fans man don’t mean shit

Writers: Desmond Rucker

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