House of Legends (Explicit)

Uh, It’s All good I’m accustomed to the frost

Cold winters turn my ink to Motor city exhaust

My life is a coin toss, I’m calling heads

In Hermes, I air techs, Got O-Dog menace flaws

From this pen I floss and walk endless loopholes

For the cuban link clink that look like grams of fructose

Arm in the goose coat, Joy road centerfolds

45 cocked, now I’m lit — see the sinner glow (Bronze)

Wisemen, yo where the fuck you been hidin

Wisemen died Im scoopin’ diamonds out the fry bin

I birthed these dudes, everybody can’t be my twin

Meetin in the Clouds, he said boy its in your myelin

…I was dead inside, I feel alive again

I'm closer to the edge, some of my friends is deadmen

Trees the color purple, I stay steady like Stedman

Sliced I bled pen—ain’t no blankets on your deathbed

I spread lead then my album raise a ghostman

Paint it in red, I feel like Malcolm at the Roseland

Been a rebel colossal talk from the bezel

Luxury thread flow the fabric a different level

the higher learner seeking truth let the journey

down the road to freedom ignite of the prize fighter

focus on my own now the road done got lighter

did it again

From a loss made a win

Rapid fire when he melt down with a pen

Pure greatness no fakeness could ever create this

Need a bigger scale in preparation to rate this

Your places please stay in em

Dont offend him

Time to restore the roar the D we back winning

Flock of fly women the motor growling like gremlins

With Seven watch me stretch through the rest of the innings

Since the beginning outrageous hawk spitting contagious

Flipping thru the paper encyclopedia pages

Snucka of the top rope inhaling this train smoke

Legendary smokey rob son and a bear poke

Fresh from the rear to the front of the velvet rope

Same ones that overlooked me now we toast on approach

Overcoat,loafers

Im like Marvin at the copa

The blood I Drew

Bledsoe much they can’t recover you

I Wonder who??

Reporting live from the rubber room

Ink leaks from my mind just like a gutter wound

Magic hands twist the best lumber under double moons

Hubble to Cadieux, I spat jewels

In your mother's womb (you my sons)

Pure pics bitch I'm sketching the upper room

Oh!!! you don’t get it tho? — was Van Gogh simple?

I placed scars in my scripts I guess you won’t ever know

Reckless in the S-Class driving it like a Turo

Givenchy of raps, your scraps be at the Tesco

Im blessed tho, blow the best dro str8 out my next grow

Chef flow, my mind spread the money like it’s Pesto

….Illustrious sentences

gold leaf testa rossa with rose tetras kid!!

Bet on us, I extended my old vices

White Knuckled the tour, nine states no license

I pen sirens, watch my writing strike an artery

Uhhh, I feel like Im Belafonte at Carnegie