The Precipice

A devilish mastermind, I think you'll be fast to find

rap is like passerby's seeing how fast you fly

Put me on the list, not Christmas, dipshit

I'm talkin bout the one where they name the big hits

Ligaments twisted, legs are hurt a ton

from turning too fast when they turned to run

Put me on the mic stand, put it in my right hand

I'm hotter than the desert, cooler than the night sand

 

I write by night stands, the light of my white tan

The sight of my tight jams can sometimes be quite damned

This attitude is heaven-sent, darker than the president

Madder than a resident of psychopathic sentiments

Come to me and sit down, I'm ready to discuss

the things that make me sick and fill me with disgust/

When lips bust, spit blood, kick dust, it's us

Kids of mistrust, who sip cups, split blunts

 

People dig the style like an archaeologist

Our big party hits are as fly as Marty is

So move through...I'm coming with a new groove

Stompin on your style with my Timberland crew boots

The hue to Notorious is dark as Yoohoo

In the mood to boost crude tunes from a huge dude

Time to end this session quick, show you who you messin with

Take you to The Precipice as fast as my pen can click.