501(3) [c]

501 (c)(3) Shit

Look
I spit it all day
My jaws ache
You weather stripping
I switch it up to them 'Dog Days'
Hot or cold flow
You get it the raw way
Shit I'm RZA up in the Hallway
Iron Fist around this mic
Bobby Digital when I ignite
Tommy Thibodeau you fired right
Hashtag Trump
Hashtag pump
When I'm done
Black bags for you fag ass punks
Style Legendary
I just black out like February
Open my mouth and shit gets scary
October thirty-first in a seance
Smokie not having that two-hundred for Faizon
This 'Big Worm' nigga do you understand?
The outcome is Malcolm black man
I take care of Hip-hop like a Patek timepiece in Palm Beach for the next generation of finder's keeps

If this was ninety-seven
I'd be the eleventh member spittin' on that 'Forever' disc
And if this was ninety-nine
Me and The GZA would've traded lines on number nine
'Hip-Hop Fury'
Go ask Siri
She'll tell you I flow like Lake Eerie
Wait I don't think you hear me
I told you I flow I go N.V
Straight Summertime
Beat up the beat like a drummer line
Connor McGregor in my fuckin' prime
From the home of the hit em up
Cups got legs how they runneth over
Hundreds like the hundreds man
I ain't talking pullovers I'm talking rubber bands (Huh)
Every track
Heavenly raps (Huh)
Celery Stacks
Seventy racks up in here
And you thinking you the muthafucka
But the man right here
I said the man right here

Yo this is what I do in my leisure
Fueled off of Blue Raz Pop Rocks and Weezer
First record coughed
Followed that with a sneeze but
This new LP got the mothafuckin' fever
Taking a breather
Kicking it like FIFA
My shit bump
You cannot buy Abreva
Pro-Activ
Aloe or any talcum either
You cannot curb these heaters
Easier to find G. Rap's 'Live and Let Die'
Or Tim Dawg's 'Penicillin on Wax' at Amoeba
Then battle me but
Some rappers P.E.T.A
Wanna see of the Lion will eat the Zebra
So I treat rap like that and transform a cypher to the grasslands of West Zambia
Grab a moment muse over 'Takeover'
Now think back to when you first heard 'Ether'
I am just utterly amazing honest
Most will never see me like Halley's Comet
One or two will
But that'll be no less than fifty-two years before they even get a deal
By then I'll be seventy-seven and so frill
Still very large gap from the 'Twenty-Three Bull'
To the 'Twenty-Three as a Tar Heel'
Shit
Y'all don't hear me
If seizures define sudden attacks of illness
This must be a Epileptic episode
Minus the convulsive syndrome
I am so at home
I have just took my shoes off
Figuratively killing the beat
'This Is What I Do,' like track nine on 'The Format' by AZ
So '89 Ice Cube
I gets busy

Uh, 501 (c)(3) Shit



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