Crackpot-Jukebox

They say it's like drugs in your nose, instead it goes inside your ears
You hear me Guito? When I write rhymes I cook crack
However you want to get high, roll it up, stick it inside your ear
Just listen to it its drugs. Stick it in your veins if you have to

Feels like I'm cooking crack writing raps
The book of rhymes is the stash
I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans
You, you and you, it's hot right now man
Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll serve you again
Feels like I'm cooking crack writing raps
The book of rhymes is the stash
I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans
You, you and you, it's hot right now fam
Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll serve you again

They look like kilos as I turn through the pages, my tongues a razor
I chop the product up and serve the drugs to my neighbors
Some people love to get high and they skydive when the high comedown
Bagging up more product up cause they come back around
Like blow! There's another rhyme time to get high
It's like the pandemic, mad feens standing in line
K9 think it's a crime ran forensics on my book of rhymes
Discovered unsolved murders where MC's tried and died
The crack that they supplied was not as good as mine
So look at mine, fish scale dimes
Put your hands behind your back is what the officer cried
Yellow tape the whole block while police lights shine
But if they look inside my book of rhymes they might think twice
Cause the feens might go crazy if they can't get high
That's why, I got connects all throughout the system
I got the judge, got the lawyers and the lord is my witness

What did you discover at the crime scene
It was like artwork, the way he sliced it, incision by incision

Feels like I'm cooking crack writing raps
The book of rhymes is the stash
I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans
You, you and you, it's hot right now man
Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll serve you again
Feels like I'm cooking crack writing raps
The book of rhymes is the stash
I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans
You, you and you, it's hot right now fam
Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll serve you again

I mix the poetry with floetry, you notice it's me
Like mixing coke and arm hammer like you see on tv
I got dimes I got 20's I got deals for the G
Biggie wrote the crack commandments follow'm to a T
I'm selling words on loose leaf, you watch it like a movie
U take a hit from that glass/ pipe you feeling woozy. Groovy
I'll split a key in half and write a rap with 8 bars
I got my product sold on mix tapes upstate god
If it was soft you could chop it with a baseball card
I fold it up and flick it like I'm flinging ninja stars
It's just a mater time for' my products sold in stores
And if they want beef I'm down to reach the art of war

Who's this guy think he is
The whole neighborhood smells like crack cocaine dancing to his tune
We lock him up he gets out of jail like Monopoly. Guito

Feels like I'm cooking crack writing raps
The book of rhymes is the stash
I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans
You, you and you, it's hot right now man
Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll serve you again
Feels like I'm cooking crack writing raps
The book of rhymes is the stash
I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans
You, you and you, it's hot right now fam
Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll serve you again