Scyliorhinidae

What up kiddo? Ain't nothing, zero
Oh ditto? You just appeared low
Well I have yet to shower in like 3 days
Kinda groggy but I unsheathe power in the streets where I lay
Beats I got on replay
The box that I live in is owned by some elderly but I can't fabricate where we stay
Eating some leftover bones of a catfish fillet
I molded some sculptures out of my shit like clay
Grabbed some 32oz malt liquor bottles on the corner store around the way
I'm just stooped looking at people that wave
The looks aren't intriguing just mostly grave
Misbehaved and who knows the last time I must of shaved
Unlikely to ever achieve greatness even when I'm worked like slaves

We them dirty cats, never spitting nerdy raps
We refer to facts and drop turds on tracks
We roar, no purrs when asked
In the streets we defer them rats
We them dirty cats, never spitting nerdy raps
We refer to facts and drop turds on tracks
We roar, no purrs when asked
In the streets we defer them rats

Stay Dirty as Old Bastards, no standards
Foul, grimy, mangy, we still kick skuzzy raps grander
Than the jury, grotty Hip-Hop flurries
Unclean, disarrayed, excepted as furry
I'm the scum that came from a universe that alternate
Clutched words from here and altered it
The Toxic slugging sludge Avenger
Cruddy, rocking Lugz from a middle school September
Damn that mess I used to remember
Stole Mike Tyson's pigeon senders
The messenger sent to burn the fake alive
At the steak, meet Joan and I there around five
I dive in balls first, no consequences
Trying to play with a tennis ball, jumping fences
Enter to dimensions through the 5th gate
Elements uncharted, reaching for fate

We them dirty cats, never spitting nerdy raps
We refer to facts and drop turds on tracks
We roar, no purrs when asked
In the streets we defer them rats
We them dirty cats, never spitting nerdy raps
We refer to facts and drop turds on tracks
We roar, no purrs when asked
In the streets we defer them rats

Rejected from society
Detested against sobriety
Homeless feuds and rivalry
No sure signs of piety
Brushing off anxiety
Achieved what I needed finally
Went to the majors from the minor league
Request not granted
Your view appears slanted
From the mainland I was banished
Raised abruptly Spanish
And was left with many questions unanswered
Guided by the Led Zeppelin lantern
Tampered with the roughest in the wild
The feelings inside are sheer exile
Alone I'm asleep like Asher in the bread aisle
Wanting to escape like a long in depth trial
Beef, you cowards are carne asada
I'm the end result of Godzilla vs Mothra
Never really had a place to call mi casa
Roaming in a middle eastern madrasa



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Writer(s): Broot Mccoy & Dr. Laflow
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