Lipstick Legends

I've been knocking on this door so hard that The blood from

my knuckles Is dripping on this overstepped on welcome mat

it keeps skipping my demo track like the furtune teller telling me

the world is not ready to look and stare at the worlds

rarest pear get ready to compare and stare

At what could be just what the game needs a puerto rican

hillbilly who can spit

So bring your cups because I won't stop till your cups are

full

I'm that potential I got credentials and did I mentioned

Drinks are not on me cuz I gots no doe so I

sip on bud cuz I don't need liver drums one of my

eardrums is almost done

I don't want to wanna hear my death but I wanna be

able to hold the smoke in my lungs Or maybe I can

use this key attached to my umbilical chord the glow leads me

to follow with a dope flow that can break the lock mechanism

Like the unexpected lock Mcaurthur

This old school cat from around the block that vato.......

The one were the cops park to listen to this kid who

smokes the piff. Never needed a jury to convict me of guilty

for a past felony class miss Elliot demeanor where the method man

would have a master plan maybe they need a Latin speaking trilingual

speaking rican holding the hip hop beacon

Ready to be scooped up and polished

Besides I collected this dust I had thirty years to run so

now I'm just gonna jump and hope to catapult to the next

milestone

I can't wait

for this junk to be told

so I toy with this touch toy and deploy all this energy

ready. To power your imGination I wear jeans and a big fan

on inventions I have a mentor but he is not taking invitations

better call the

operator But be aware the shine is nothing to stare that glare

on that expensive floor Cuz the boundaries as accepted

but there is a limit to what the mind can and can't

Do when it feels rejected

Wasted by the basics of entertainment some uncontested the rest tested

Why does it feel like some just molest the game to bust

a nut on the next mofo who speaks medium but thinks hardcore

on the subject of what ever sort Like the lines snorked by

a champion who's name is the one two punch ko joke mentally

unstable but capable of the unkind welcome

I wanna be that fly on the wall when the shit hits

the fan The grosser the rhyme the bigger the grind like that

stripper on the pole with her cameltoe waiting to wip out Ur

money roll and spend it on this.....shut your mouth.....

I was just that sperm on my dads balls that saw the

egg