Floating E

Let's go back, back to the things that a Boo-boo clap. With a snapback and a bag full Of racks. Back in the day when we used To pay cash in a stash in the back Of the one-room flat. Back in the day when I wasn't rushed still. Nowadays, man try to kill Me for a bill. I'm tryna keep my weapons Concealed. Keepin' it real, I'm all there for the Kill. Back at it, I'm back at Sometimes I Spit it sporadic. Sometimes I spit it so slow, but sometimes faster. Double time master. It's a disaster when I get Plastered. Talk to your girl like Mr. Bo bastard. High mathematics like Mr. Fantastic. Tricks up my sleeve like Mr. Go Gadget. Walkin' with my gang. We poppin' off the big skank. Can't hoppin' off of my lane. I know these broads I got are insane 'cause I'm fuckin' attack, I attack like a Mack. When I rat-a-tat-tat and I leave your brain splat. Y'all can't react, will smoke me a pack and Just sit back, relax 'cause I bring it the Best. And then I get so savage. Twenty-three years in a fucked up planet. Shit, I can't have it. Man, I can't stand It. Might disappear like a pen that never landed. Fake rappers lack talent. Hollow tip like a black talon. I don't play games like backgammon. I'll slap a bitch backhanded.