Timeless Vintage

I don't want to be a product of my environment
I want my environment to be a product of me

Stay on track fall back like a drunken monk
Full contact break your spirit like there wasn't one
High road fuck that pistol in my cumber bund
This session so dope make your flow cumbersome
Another rap beef I ain't stirring up
Squash that shit like glasses on you nerdy fucks
And I am simply just a man so I don't give a damn early
Call me uncle Sam you be looking tax worth
When I grab the mic I feel invincible
Not like when I'm trying to convince the pigs that its medicinal
Its like a ritual every time I spit it
So throw on your robe and drink the kool-aid little bitches
All I do is kick it do with it what you wish
These crybaby rappers look like kids throwing fits
And I don't got time for that
Might have to cause a damn crime for that
And they ain't got no damn spine in fact
You can tell in every line they rap now bring it back
They don't think we have a voice but we made a choice
To keep it underground above the sound
With some hungry other motherfuckers coming out
So what you wanna do
Got a pocket full of jump drives the homies do too
Keep it old school slanging vinyl and cassette tapes
They try to be the kings but we yelling checkmate
Lets play for a moment please
Address me like your master man get down upon your knees
No need for all the subtleties or trying to rebuttal me
I drive the car you underneath shitting in your dungarees
Fucking geeks now its all over
Cut that dummy shit never mumble when your sober
Man cut that dummy shit never mumble when your sober

If you don't know by now let me acquaint you with my steez
The best emcee
Don't even try it punk
Watch this this this



Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Rodriguez
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