Catch.22.

By Sarob.

On noon.

Released on March 1, 2014

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Allahu akbar flipping the hot bars

Used to hide hash in my sock drawers

Now I'm fixin to mix this disk to let you know this dick is not an imposter; rather, I'm a pop star eating hot wings and pop tarts so tell her pop that pu$$y like the Death Star

Hip hop tesla, hip hop jester, hip hop jouster just in the blousers

What you mean you forgot to tell me your pops was in the house? (fuck)

Illin out to portishead, swag sidney poitier

I used to rap about my dick but now thats inappropriate

I swear I'm birthing niggas baby come and watch a pro create

I swear i'm serving niggas, baby go'n let it marinate

I try to do me but always tend to chafe

I've learned the grass is greener on the other side of the eighth

My recitals are insightful and some lines i recycle cause i can't ever let my talent go to waste

And girl the way you move that thang...come and holla at a nigga like (me)

Pimpin in my convos

Dressed like alfonso

Tired of these trash lames, at least you could be compost

Blonde hoes on my snapchat, uh white girls with a fatback

Allah please forgive me, halal sometimes just can't match that

Oh well way to snapback, mister raiders snapback

"why you snatch my snack pack?" turned to "yeah, i rap that"

Worst brat from that prep school, such a fuckin asshole

Smoking on alfalfa, I'm a little rascal

No pascal I'm eating salmon, jamming to lykke li

Bandit on bandcamp + man these candaces like me

For my canvas or what write on the canvas it's likely I'm the best they've probably seen up on this campus, try me

Jacket lime green, insert hipster joke here

White kids always talking bout "how you even go here?"

Doin my thing causin a ill commotion