The Grey Bush

Rugged on the cusp of greatness
Luxe custom paintings
Luggin' Franklins to the bank make a statement
At the banquet wrapped in robes like a blanket
Actin' stank reigning at the top of the rankings
Surely you're mistaken thought the bread wasn't breakin'
Straighten up ya act
Wake up and smell the bacon
Broke the mold gave my foes a cold shoulder
Throw you in a chokehold and now ya show's over
Poke you through the eyes my guys never ride sober
Ayatollah flip my style bi-polar
My flow lavish yours status quo
Cannons blow
Metal spark word to God like Rosetta Tharp
Whole crew maneuver smooth
Meadowlark
We set apart my squad orchestrate the better art
May be smart to get ya facts straight
Turn ya face to ashtray
Shells cascade make it ya last day
Slap ya lips chapped
Kirstaps Porzingis
Skating rink rings look like bricks on the fingers
Cunning linguist bring you raps so distinguished
Steez eat pussy MC's, cunnalingus

Moroccan hash in the ashtray
Slip some cash to the valet
You can see me living life the fast way
A glass of vino with a dime shakin' her ass
They'll probably hang my rhymes up in the Geuggenheim
My style fine art sublime, I'm in my prime partna
Grams everywhere we like filth 'round the city
Puttin pressure come in fresher than milk out the titty