Microphone check 1-2 what is this
I got those lyrics last year for Christmas
I guess I gotta go and just seek forgiveness
I don’t wanna end up on somebody’s **** list
Said a word too many like “that music business”
Can't diss this man I got persistence
Had my whole existence of just bein a witness
My mental fitness has been pushed to the limits
Im caught in the middle, my name is Malcom
Times flyin fast it’s a peregrine falcon
Im blowin all my hours I guess you can have some
If you try to think of **** ya can't even fathom
Raw like cane sugar but don’t ask for credit **** you forget it my only green is lettuce
I wanna blow up like I was Rexes foot fetish and I want my own record; Andy Petite
Hard to do right, fight, keep things tight when the third reich and Teresa did the same last night
I Roll them up thicker to escape it quicker got a loose grip can't hold my liquor
Metamorphisis is leavin me slower like a tortoise my grammars getting sick $omebody call some nursseses
Im feelin sorta purposeless and getting kinda worthless will a hip hop archaeologist just finally unearth this ****?