from “The Single Malt EP” available for FREE DOWNLOAD
http://thefoundrycorstidakandrenrok.bandcamp.com
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i’m past passionate, vandalous vernacular
master my vocab, half a fag rappers be babblin’
they bore me with allegory, war stories of trafficking
in fact it’s in a mental slave state they try to trap you in
shatter the latch rather than catch the sickness
eyewitness, you thinkin’ “what is this talk of single malt, fine liquors?”
designed to undermine your thoughts
i mean, define niggaz -
intricate, ignorant, blind to sublime pictures
and the haze got ‘em too lazy to see the difference
everybody half craze, they seeds on Ritalin
bitches stressin’ ‘bout their titties when their figure’s thin
sugar high, shoulda died
your beauty resides within
grown ass man your only duty is to try to win
conquer your demons then realign environment
Stidak Titan, your fly highness, invite him in
for irons and vitamins
fuck them 9 to 5s again
how am i supposed to find the time to exercise my mind
when i am double grime on my daily fucking grind
for quarters nickels and dimes
i hope you feel it in my rhymes
if not kick rocks, if it aint hip hop your shits hot garbage
i drop knowledge through mc’ing
when i go for what i know doing a show for human beings
only if we’re in agreement that the beat i’m beating
should receive the royal treatment, earth slammed to the cement
we’re even steven, square, breathing air, treat ‘em fair
leave ‘em leaking, seeking the dirty deacon for treason there
i rise recent like a phoenix on a zenith
who aint feelin this fiendish form of english get the fuckin penis
deluxe edition, must’ve missed him
left in something greenish in a trail of blunt guts like what?