Loose Minded

A, B-S-T-R-A-C-T, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Yeah, you feelin' me, more than a hot bop in a wet dream you wish was reality.

Don't get too mad at me, I ain't finna apologize for these dastardly rhymes,

but if you feel inclined to whine bout these lines then I'll quit

when you catch up to my jetline on a rusty combine

That'd be a sign that I'd needa grow a spine and get rid of my concubine

and focus more on my rhymes.

I'm sayin' that I don't spend that much time on rhymes to shit on you

whack rappers beggin' a co-sign.

In this rap shit I run on foot from coastline to coastline a fuckin' thousand times

while you debatin' a resign from gettin' cooked from my previous line.

and I ain't lyin'.

Hotter than all black in Mexico, flow colder than the war with RU and US, so

take a guess, profane and you can't suppress this realness,

flow with such finesse you'd needa reassess how much success you think you can

possess after I leave you a mess, I digressed

back to the topic of how hot it can really get, you wanna really bet?

Hungry for a win and I'm unfed, let me shed, this burden

that'll get wiped by SG's iron curtain.

Can't handle the realness it's recurrent,

you faker than a Lochness, serpent.

Gimme the mic, rap adjournment, let's ask the jury,

If I'm helping the game, or being purely a bully,

to come at you pussy's rapping with poorness.

Am I being boorish, to attack this bullshit?

Let em' preach me on a pulpit, 'cause compared to your horseshit,

I'm a rap deity, got you knockin' ya head back and forth like,

you was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

in your case that'd be like four horses.

Spit my shit without remorse, then have a hundred fans reinforce it.

More than a hundred endorsements for this rap shit, me to restore it.

I'm dwarfing from the south to the north and,

getting on all fours to fill in the pores and,

End all these waged unwinnable wars and,

Wake up these fuckers sleepin' on me, quit snorin'.