28 Grams (feat. Asahene)

I don't sip lean
But I love the color purple pine in papyrus got me slower than a I ain't saying that
Galapagos my flow evolves every time you play it back
The ones that hate the most make mostly a spectacle
Usually they suck like the cups on some tentacles
How much talent can one person carry
You can save the king title I'm a mercenary
The Duke of Dick
The Don of Dingaling
The walls were up and I can feel them weakening
You hating turn the page I'm sure I'll break the next reader
Shell shock you make you rattle like an eggbeater
Now I'm on a roll like an armadillo downhill
Kayaking flow rough waters you might drown here
Four Score and Seven years ago I decided it was crucial not to hear these hoes
I had too many of em, my life was cluttered
Give me butter with a knife ill cut the knife with butter
Wise as a Shogun
Slide meat in those buns
Beat it till she cramps up, twitches, and her nose runs
Planted balls deep in your memory foam
Fantastic you cum of muscle memory alone
So before you mosey on down that old dusty trail
Please back it up slowly like moon walking snail

28 Grams
27 left, know just what to do with it
28 Grams
Riding thru the city with a dame that used to this
28 Grams
Make the rest disappear in a flash like an illusionist
28 Grams
More ounce to the bounce burn it all go thru with it

Make this shit look too easy
Because I'm blessed like I'm sneezing
That's Fa sho, that's fasheezy, a wizard like Ronald Weasley
Untamed gorilla like Weezy
Don't be so sleazy and creepy
You give me the Heeby Jeebies
You best back back, give me 10 feet
Sign my name on the dotted line
Lyrically inclined
Spitting divine rhymes
Greatest of all time
Grandeur of the grime
Connoisseur of the crime
I'm like Achilles in his prime
With Patroclus on my mind
Is it destiny or design
My flow is lethal
While I tinkle and drop fecal on swine and sheeple
Illuminated like Big Dipper I shine and twinkle
San City Savior, The last hope, The last hero
A bad man, with good intentions, I'm Magneto
On point like steeples on cathedrals filled up with people
Hol' Up
Loud 'cause that Benz diesel
Pockets on Vin diesel
Your efforts look feeble
This is art with no easel
Life's a movie no Regal
Peddle the hood like I'm Debo
I beat up beats on a beach, call me Steven Seagull
I kiss that P in Paris
Go balls deep like them kegals
I leave her ass in the fetal
and then I crash like Knievel
Hol' Up

Throwed
I'm throwed in the game
I'm coming down slow
My trunk full of bang
Haha, yea, this that

28 Grams
27 left, know just what to do with it
28 Grams
Riding thru the city with a dame that used to this
28 Grams
Make the rest disappear in a flash like an illusionist
28 Grams
More ounce to the bounce burn it all go thru with it



Credits
Writer(s): Dimitri Henry Jr.
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