Kevlaar 2 (Explicit)

Yo I diamond dusted the bicuspids quick

Crustaceans on my plate, you crabs lookin disgusted sick

Make it clear in thie gritty motor city which drum kit?

These pages came wrapped in grief, I prayed I get sunlit

Ya Favorite Rappers know my shit, using my lines like I sold em sniff

Don’t let me catch u redhanded holdin my golden scripts

I told my bitch Im too intelligent to ever fold for shit

Phlebotomist I’m blood-letting my soul from out the wrist

You conterfeits I down a fifth for 7 while I mountain lift

I shoot the shit, with, departed souls just to count my gifts

Compound the myth, I pound through brick

I’m out here sick, I plowed a route through a zip

Stuffed money in the couches, we lit

Nobody vouchin’? Still the house 3 quarter acre on bricks

Just pour the vapor and mix, thought June deceased AFTER six

The silence wouldnt quit

They dance on blacktop when the pieces fit

Ruthless heathens sit and bask in dreams and wished

That we was rich, schemas had us plead the fifth

We knew that we was genius would the city ease its grip?

Or would we see the evening shift?