I Don't Rap

I dont rap about hittin licks, I dont rap about about lil bitches
I dont rap about flippin bricks, I dont rap about killin snitches
Fuck these fakes that say "Facts" im serious...
Paul Walker no Fast and Furious
Paul Wall like my grill luxurious
Thats yo Rari Tramp? Well ye it sure is
Im just playing BITCH I can't pay insurance
Smoking perp while I plot my purpose
Dr Grey someone call the surgeon
I done killed this beat its like no rehearsing
Ye Flow so clean you thought I spit detergent
Speak in tongues while im serving serpents
I observe the Earth and her current currents
An absurd occurrence like a Pregnant Virgin

I dont rap about hittin licks, I dont rap about about lil bitches
I dont rap about flippin bricks, I dont rap about killin snitches

Im the King in my Town, Matisyahu, No crown
Helen Keller too loud, Supertramp "In The Wild"
I done made the beat, I done played the strings
No debating me, Ill stage the Major Leagues
Save myself from this fake or plated dream
Its safe to say that I can live in make- believe
You dont know about real bitch...
You dont know about real shit...
You dont what real is...
On the block where them wheels been
Down south where them wheels spin
Up North where them hills bend
Loose cleats like a field trip
Bruce Lee's in the building

I dont rap about hittin licks, I dont rap about about lil bitches
I dont rap about flippin bricks, I dont rap about killin snitches

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 - bitches in my living room, in my living room
Pass around the bottle and we'll light another spliff or two
But its pitiful, party til we miserable
Tell her that I love her, she said this is not reciprocal
Or residual, disappear, mystical
Now im back Mr. Gold, Mr conquer all his goals
Put the pen to pad and let the motha-fucking scripture flow

I dont rap about hittin licks, I dont rap about about lil bitches
I dont rap about flippin bricks, I dont rap about killin snitches