Don’t have favorite rappers, I’ve got friends that are dope

Sensitive folk presented in a mention is nope

Besides, cats these days seem to have the flavor backwards

Rocking shoes with mouthguards, the vapormaxes

Already rock a guard cause nightly I’m grinding

And the high price point isn’t going to entice me

Plus this rock called home is pretty comfortable

Long as I’ve got beats, paper and pen that is functional

And I seek greater ways to say what I reflect upon

I wouldn’t mind being on an MC Escher echelon

I’ve got a dream job that lets me hold funds

So I’ll never Rakim with a promo for gold fronts

That feeling when your hero turns out to be a trope

With an IG feed of inspirational quotes

Not everyone can tell tales like Dante Ross does

The skill to put you right there in the midst of hip hop stuff

I’ve got seven pieces of rap-covered paper in my pocket

That doesn’t include the sardine pack with raps on it

I write new raps instead of using the old ones

A security blanket made of paper’s gotta be my whole sum

Rest in peace to Nick Fabini’s Honda, not a Mitsubishi

River greenway stays dripping the slick graffiti

I found Astroworld in MSG’s driveway

No bootleg Mankinds supplying fly days

So if you’re catching my drift, my rap, it is slick

I’m BA Baracus slapping with a random assist

Miraculously ravenous, I’m bragging a bit

Shout to Nigel, floating up with Nasa in ships

No need to even ask about a passenger list

I’m laughing to live, trouble’s just a matter of blips

When it appears, I’m going full force, no holding back

Penning the coldest raps from back alleys to the culdesacs

When you try to write just one verse

Then along comes another and makes it all worse

Next thing you know you’ve got a hook to write

Cause that’s another new song and it’s looking like

That track invited a friend along for the ride

And this beat just arrived and it fits just right

I’ve got seven pieces of rap-covered paper in my pocket

That doesn’t include the sardine pack with raps on it

I write new raps instead of using the old ones

A security blanket made of paper’s gotta be my whole sum

The deft, fractured shots, taken by trespassers

None other than 11s and the rest step after

The breath captured in masks keeps more than hope alive

Pipes broken, dry, puddles from a soaking sky

Eyes opened wide

Thought provoking images, broken windows and sediment

A land the betterment seeking gentlemen had then jettisoned

Indebted to reticent architects who hefted breath to shift

Once unified reduced to separate, no longer residents

Severing resonance no resurrecting the desolate

Death the definite whispers echoing among the emptiness

The ghosts succumb to weariness loneliness invisible tears

From then to now? near infinite miserable years

Inadmissable fears, dental chairs swivel in gears

Masterpiece plaster cracks black ripples appear

Could it all be so simple with a frivolous sneer

Could it all be so simple with a frivolous sneer

Issues of abandonment, the vision is clear

I’ve got seven pieces of rap-covered paper in my pocket

That doesn’t include the sardine pack with raps on it

I write new raps instead of using the old ones

A security blanket made of paper’s gotta be my whole sum