Barber Shop Talk

Now I'm going to the barber shop rolling through a parking lot
Try to find a parking spot hopping out I park and walk
Hoody on my head got me looking kind of hard to spot
When I'm walking down the block the lady wanna call the cops
Rolling past these dudes all they do is push the rock
The packs they move got them twisted like the hardest knot
But for the moment I need a trim right up off the top
Edge up on the back and a fade up on the sides I got
I'm rolling past the cats they wanna call the shots
I know they keep a lil something tucked up in they sock
I'm working at the church right up at the farthest block
I seen the worst of the worst but really I aint gonna stop
The thought occurs to me need a cut start to walk
I see this dude I say what up stand then I sort of nod
He was acting kind of rude but really I just blew it off
Got no time for attitude im finally all up in the spot

I said what up nothing How you living cousin
Hey yo Whats good up in the spot why don't you tell something
He said "im just steady cutting while they steady fronting"
Another day another dollar while im steady hustling

See im popping in walking in sitting down
Just an average hood spot bad side of town
I'm only whiteboy in spot so I don't make a sound
One guy on the xbox the other dude is talking loud
He makes a move and then he starts to clown
The one dude takes it to the hoop and then he breaks him down
I'm staring at these dudes waiting for it to settle down
Looking at these grooves up in the roof these people hang around then...

Tell your moms we drop bombs on these prima donnas
Aint no rock stars don't wanna hear you scream and holler
Hip hop scholars me and K gone bring it proper
You wack cats popping collars steady chasing dollars
Don't even bother spitting one line we not impressed
Aint nothing fresh just another carcass speaking death
No life inside your rhymes your reciting eulogies
Call me the coroner embalming emcees fluidly

I'm from a place where the preachers rarely walk the streets
Everybody knows who did the robbery but never speak
The police, stay serving and protecting
Their benefactors while we blessing God for being our protection
You can find Christ where the lepers and the lames at
Homeless, shootin' dice, sippin' on a bottle of warm 'Yak
I tell'em heaven's ya home black, you should know that
Then spit a dope rap, then I'm out with a cold dap
I'm baring my cross while yours is for the shine
Mine comes with a crown of thorns and pierced open side
Check the scriptures kid the science is divine
I believe evolution is God's intelligent design
So I create and spitfire like a circus act
Some clowns got record deals and don't get close to that
While I rip scriptures for forgiveness in the barber shop
Where it's five for the shape up 20 to touch the top

I'm a hip-hop biographer Battling the Apocrypha
Follow the wood-worker In Boston, that's the Car(a)penter(a)
I was bred and read up on Biggie and 2pac and them
Studied the greats Met up with grace
And-produced this document
Race used to bother me Social issues and lobbying
But now I'm dead-to-my-opinion
On-the-Rock like Sean Connery
In a sick economy Vivid with pornography
I pivot like Paul And-offer-up-Jesus, risen, bodily
We the children of pottery Created with knowledge
You could never go to college to retrieve Cause it's Godly
Used to smoke Ports, man Like Natalie
Course then God got at me Awesome He honored me
Pardoned me Now I'm a re Al new creature To feature
No respect needed You can give that to Aretha
I gave up my rights so I could live life for Jesus
My Savior The righteous King So just believe, ya'll