Sideshow Bob

By Jaefkae

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Y’all wasn’t spitting before me I’m kidding fasho i just do it efficient

I never been cool with the police My melanin show when I fight with my fists

Yemaya my Mami like Wata I know where to go cuz she all in my visions

And just like Ha my honesty yawning, y’all might not need me to be so vociferous

Praying to the river I ask for my sliver

Not a creator receive what I’m given

I’m hotter than Gifford or popping the pot wit some gizzards

You speak gibberish cuz you gobble giblets so why the Fuck you on my diznick I dare sneak a glance

Peep how they moving advanced

Firеarm strong yeah my forearm like lancе when I spin cycle it’s like a disciple wish I could follow my fam

Sent to the crossroad condemned

Anger I’m all holding in, I don’t brush shit off i broad stroke and breast stroke I swim, esophagus hot with the phlegm cuz I’m ardent about it my artistry boundless Imposter impossible can’t comprehend what you talking it’s patois the whites the colloquialists

Colonialism-all in a prism

I Fuck around Throw Kamala in prison is how y’all be sounding especially foul, cuz you know they invalid

Running yo mouth but you kno you Ain’t bout it

My chopper Jewish Passover

The crowd it push daisies daffodils magnolia flowers

Don’t pay me after spill I won’t even count it

Im pterodactyl

Skilled to float in the balance

Y’all wasn’t spitting before me I’m kidding fasho i just do it efficient

I never been cool with the police My melanin show when I fight with my fists

Yemaya my Mami like Wata I know where to go cuz she all in my visions

And just like Ha my honesty yawning, y’all might not need me to be so vociferous

Sick of pretending I’m cool

Really I feel like smacking the fuck up outta you

Make me feel used, talking like irritable

Get rid of who? That’s a good riddle

You don’t got seniority silent majority, can it chef boyardee, huh

Shorty we do not play fair we play dirty and soily, so I be poised them boys be

All on my block with they cameras out, Blue lives don’t matter I’ll fan you out

FN the phantom now, uh

And I’m phenomenal you cannot stamp me get passed like a hand me down, uh

Shoutout to AJ next to me in Jammies we do this shit early morning we camping out

And if it’s nippy we leave the scene quick up that blick it get sitchy no witness it’s fishy like bacalao

Come while you backing out, driveway the scene yellow tape and lights flashing they thought it’s march madness put you in them brackets fresh casket when it come to chopping them chumps I’m the champion shorty that chip on yo shoulder get blown out proportion now you trynna damage control

I make it legallllll, I made it for legal for y’all

I’m a Big Eaglee, boa ain’t no equal to y’all

Ain’t no sequel, I spray that perfume at y’all

We barely evil, but if it’s Eshu’s involved