Body Language (Freeverse)

If I cope with the mic, holding the waist and I'm holding it tight
Kissin' the lips and I'm whisperin' slow So dope, we all like, whatever, so mighty all night
Rewrite it, tellin' my rhymes, she says it go hard and we split up the bars
And I'm spewin' them off, so it's over your mind

Ballin', controlling and folding the lines
Drug is intense, I cut off the beat and I bleed from the nose, just know it's no mess
Flowin', I'm rockin' my head, just won't stop it, I'm cornered for problems cause I want no stress
Beloved my baby but baby compressed

Lovin', I'm divin', I'm droppin' to death The beat to the music is pumpin' my chest
You mumble and stumble, but baby, say less
You came to my life, it's like I saw the light I reach out and grab it, extendin' the clip
I'm laughin' so hard to pretend that it's not You're with the left, I know it's not right

Or is it? Dunno, judging, critiquing, it's all that we do
They God stop believing, I paddle away It doesn't matter, I'm rowing my boat, cause I know what to say
My vocals are shut, no I'm not Italian, but I speak with my hands
My music, don't cut it, the back of my hand Will slap you across to your face

Just to say that that I understand rap, done this for long
I feel like a veteran, but inside my head, since there's people that knew me were like
Where's that song that you said you'd release
Almost so high like I'm stuck with a blunt, but don't pass it along

Factory setting, when I'm hitting the bong settings amazing, I'm lost in a gaze
Music would do this, infuse it with trueness You wouldn't get it, you're puzzled, you're lost in a maze
Here you go, my bouquet Dance with the devil, better hope he appraised
Look, you said you'd continue if you took that first step

I'm busting some rhymes and you're bobbing your head
I'm bresking your neck and you're getting too close to feel what I said
You better sit back, laughin' so bad, the joke was on you
Don't know how to love, Weezy the truth Music would do this, the tune is for you

Fuck it, F for forgiven, cause that's what fail in
Not used to trusting a soul that felt like from heaven
I feel it I get it a message to who you're presentin
I'm kidding, I'm messin' like a bunch of depressants

I'm upset for the fact that I waited so long, I cut up the line
I'm crossing my mind cause I'm faded with beats and the rhymes are beat it
I'm Billy, I'm bad as that guy, bad as that guy
I'm a contortionist, way' my flows be exposed to shit

The seas they crack, how unfortunate, I stack my stacks on some hoarder shit
I'm a passerby, but you twist your head like an exorcist
I'm coming straight for the jugular, like a horror flick
I'm telling you, like a horror flick

Tell my mommy that I'm on the telly, told you someday I'll be on the telly
Ah, fuck that