Is he nice on the mic or nah
Im real tight with writing
Sumn like Anne Frank in Holland
Real lightning striking
Whenever spitting involved
If each ryhme was a course
Malik Shaeir would get a Michelin star
They get myopic with comparisons
You looking afar
Me I'm looking for sumn
That look like Hedy Lamarr
I'm
Young
Broke
Wit expenses
What I do with applause
They rappin raw
Then shit
I'm Brian pumper wit tongue
Is there a heaven for a nigga
Wit a stash and a gun
Cotton Mouth numb
A product of the dope that he spit
You know these boys
Can't compare on some lyrical shit
Malik Sha been the greatest
Since umbilical split
The boy is legit
He spin
Plant the pivot
And stick
Back to the wall
Sumn like Hakeem
In a pinch
Smoking trees
Mind wanders
Planting seeds of regret
But still drinking my water
For when seasons adapt
Adapt naturally
To any situation
I stamp
Thanks to the man above
For perfecting my image
I'm
God bless
God sent
God body and spirit
Every body I grew up wit
Got a body who missing
Find the words
For what it do to your system
Hard to tell
A friend from foe
I don't know man
They prolly keep mixing
Human faces
As the base of the
Prism
Livin lives
Just connected
By
Tint of skin difference
Christians bankroll
The sin of men
Smile lips glistenin
To be blunt
Every fault of mankind
Greed centered
Shit
I seen people transform
When a dollar involved
So I never pray to God
For a dollar at all
I just pray my people up
When my dollars is short
If you ain't never post a song
How I call you my dawg
Native Roots