Mistah Crisp

[Verse 1]

Feeling like comatose

Rip a toke straight west coast

Ain’t much to boast

But fool you a joke

Smoke ye to a stroke

Dab make you straight choke

Yuh I’m on an elope

Straight to the brain on dope

Bitch I been walking the tightrope

Write up some lyrical poems

Pop acid then chill out with some tums

Fuck partying with these other damn bums

Shuck your cornrow head ass

With knuckles all brass

Tryna smoke on my grass

Show your damn class before you end up on your ass

[Verse 2]

Sick of the po po

Just let me grow dough

Leave it on the low

But y’all shit I could forgo

So…

I could leave others to your cocoa and Bordeaux

It’s growing or showing to the wack ass flowing

Or it’s knowing what I’m cooking with a row and throwing

Lifestyle on fro you don’t know what I’m sewing

Bring it overtime on the climb cause I’m in my prime

Precision dive like a cobra

I take this shit going in raw

Go in head first with only one damn claw

Went from rags to riches

From bags to bitches

Leave the nags to the ditches

Kick that overdrive with ambition

Say I got precision vision when I make an incision

Creating energy like some motherfucking fission

Got that drip off me

Don’t got the grip on me

Say you a real homie

But you’d cook me with a Tommy

[Bridge]

You didn’t even know when I hit the flow

You don’t even know where I’m finna go

What

Say what

Say what

You don’t even know where I’m finna go

[Verse 3]

Throwing off the dust cause I made it past the cusp

Flipping beats just for the combust

Spinning round like some shot put

Flame up on my mind not some burnt out soot

I’m gonna run down this game barefoot

Skipping I been whipping

Double dipping

Leave your bitch dripping

Never slipping

Just shipping

Ripping out hearts in the street

But shit for me I won’t call it a feat

I know these plays like ain’t no cheat

Cause I’m up fucking ablaze

Eyes looking a glaze but I got a locked on gaze

Could flow anywhere from months to days

But I don’t want a bit of praise

[Verse 4]

They say where's the show

But you know I’m on a glow

You wanted a closer

But I’ll smash your head with a bulldozer

Call me a poser but I’ll show you a real fucking composer

Cause you hear that bass shaking you like you need a brace

Needed a taste but I only got dealt a double damn ace

Hand a crisp fifty to grab something to make me not feel flimsy

In the crib dizzy

In the cup got some fizzy

Hair a little out frizzy

Who you talking to I’m busy

Out rolling some icky that sticky

Smoke to feel breezy and chilly

Or bars burning you like some double down damn chili

Really

I’m just gonna fuck me up another Killy

Make SKRT a hit just to cruise off in a Bentley

Let the rest of the rap game down gently

[Outro]

Making it in

Either fame or the loony bin

But with a grin

I’ll pin a win straight to my skin

One sin sipping out tin

Til that la fin

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