simple shit

yo i be kicking them lyrics

that gon' be the realist tell em

who the illest and what the deal is

and ima make you feel this like it

was written in Braille now hail the king

as he spits them verses and lines up hearses

damaged on the inside but strong on the surface

now watch me snatch the game like i be

stealing purses i got you all nervous

when i grip the mic i like the way it surges

through my body now i'm bout to serve the

autopsy and the world is all topsy turvy

from who knows what brothers don't bother

with no logic just bout who got shot or

who running your block and what chick be hot

but that ain't the way i live my life

they say things are easy like baking a cake

and most cant wait till they get there slice haha

(let the beat ride) yo let the beat ride as recline inside

my sit and fall in love with the beat haha

and you know this be that simple shit my flow

mad blazing like syphilis and i want everybody to witness it...

im just mind spitting bitch