Tables Turned

Let's count this money
Let's court this karma
That shit above me
Imma laugh all the way to the session
Scrounging for them tags
Rifle through my collection
Maniacally twist my stache'
Dreamt of them credits let's see it manifest
Bled into realism
You get to play victim cuz I look too good to feel your pain
Make this trade
No stylizing my name
She like "say it in yo rappin' accent"
Audibly out of it she say it's attractive
I switch stances
Get faster part of the passive
Dig this pit to bury you and the hatchet
Trail of bread so I remember the way back
Unfair way too broken to get patched
Proudly proclaim polo even though I had the spliff last
Let's hit it
Phone and my nose peeking over covers
Clancy's division
Dark zones I was hidden and quarantined
My body spasms I mumble rhymes but who know what they mean,
Letters together look like hieroglyphs
Just to say I can tolerate it
I removed my microchip
Barehanded
I managed to spin this whole shit
With minor scratches and skips
All else fails
I'm confident in how they perceive me under the needle
Salt on the leech wounds
You gone I'm clotted
Why you think im not gone leave you?

And they gone keep on
Dematerialize then reform
I'm over antics known to slow me
Commanding lead over you and your homies
My limbs been bony
And my joints might pop
Focus on what you selling rather than who might cop
And when that wheel turn then the rest might
it come back around count the rest in spite

And they gone keep on
Dematerialize then reform
I'm over antics known to slow me
Commanding lead over you and your homies
My limbs been bony
And my joints might pop
Focus on what you selling rather than who might cop
And when that wheel turn then the rest might
It come back around count the rest in spite