King Sha

Starch full of powder
That's some dough made of flour
Growing in my pockets it isn't sour
Like in this moment I just scour
Mind was cracking like fucacha the bread
Hot with the salt top
Not a coward despite what my grandmama said
Now I'm sure about what the past tablets had cast
Truth baked inside right out the cave in mass
Snakes skin sheds between some rocks to smash
Back Snapple turtle hunting
Rap Bracket hurdle jumping
Fast blasting words full of frontin varied verb jargon or something
I take Knick knack appraisals of chump trends and show words you be in love with
And so what for the government?
Chauvinistic disgruntlement
Made a list rhyming some other shit
Now lobbies writing me covenant
Yeah I wish
I got so high for the fuck if it
Filled my mind with another spliff
Now I flower, bloomed in the night as if I was dead
And trust me
Flashing past the time on the clock
Bastards never shoulda brought a time piece for the notch
sliver time to boast so put a sock
In ya mouth or ya throat to cough
North to south loud clapping rap piss offs
Hurt and pout just stacking trap to drip drops
Hear them shout just asking to snap out a contract lock
That's what you get for investing in stocks
The vote was already bought
In a world where "no contact" is sought
Who should I call to get a leg up on the NASDAQ?
Spring to the fall, bounce and hope they get their cash back
Breaking the falls to pounce on smaller start stats
Word hobblin aside
I was never quite joggin in time
Asking if I was fine
Wondering where was enough dimes to recline and rewind
A blundered stare was enough to find b sides and realize I wasn't wasting my free lines
Jerk moving the sign
Merks hoggin the best airwave shine
Lurched in harder for a chest of chains and brine
Pulled a sword out the stone, the starter of a king so fly
Heat in the drawer with the chrome just bakin like a pie
And so I Serve em up like five guys times two more
Ten lucky shots for the new high score
From that mountain top you could hear my style was raw
You was just pouncin shots, climbing too steep and you fall
Collecting a call to hear my breathing patterns
Inflections too tall to clear the rings of Saturn
None on my fingers linger, seething but I had em
Reasons for a paddock
Heading a warning of lavish static
I thought I had it
Bombast kinetics
Motherfuckers could never scratch to change my settings
Cheap ass busters should sever their range in meddling
Dancing and shit like they just gotta
Seven seven seven

Jackpot jock chips to flat tops
Hip-hop brought slips to crack spots
Black shirt sure as shit make ya back hot
And I'm just another man that ties knots
Language to pack pots
Radio tweeters with too many decibels past the cops
Hating a tweaker which whom penny pebbles too fast to put away the la