Nose To Tail

Yo I wrote canadian classics smoked canadian classics
On a fucked up mattress with gas station matches
The fact is bro I got compulsive propulsion
You know it I wrote it with a potent impulsion so shit
Or get off the pot I got off a knot uh trying to get off the pot
Whether or not you wanna knock yo its a bop
So when I knock hop off the cot give it a cop
Fuck every cop eat the rich
This rich kid's fixin' to get choked with a bootstrap
You capped I rapped you lacked I snapped
That's facts uh... bro that hater shit ain't lost on me
Honestly not enough to cause a pause in this chronology
Bad enough she's calling me but now she's accosting me?
Baby there's a cost a fee just to come and talk to me
You shoulda seen me in my teens trying to sleep
While these fiends huddle in the hallway for sleep
Not quite subtle but it's almost a dream
Every fan I got I fought for nail and teeth
I wanna squeeze out a piece for each gnash of teeth preach
Rappers are fake facetious white jesus
My thesis my philosophy's like BDP's is
You hid under personas like my I hid my peas
And then would feed em to the dog now I'm off the leash
You can't keep the peace if you treat us like animals
If I can evoke the notion of dismantling capital
Eat the rich that's nose to tail
They tell you 'hold the hope' though to no avail
I know you well you had your back against the gates of hell
And you wouldn't drop a drop from the water pail