White Powder

Here's another one of my typical rap
Got you wondering a bit, like, why I do that?
I keep it simple, sinful, my glass is full
I never leave it just half, straight up, no bull- shit

Its not lit but it hits you in your soul
You wanna call me bro?
You wanna call me pro?
You may if you want to

I'll put myself low every time they say I'm good
I guess its good to know that I got this talent
And they do pay attention to the things I say
No stress, no more tension

But if you wanna get it on
Wanna test my patience
You wanna see the danger zone?
Go ahead start dissing
Drop my name out loud
See my missiles coming to you
I bomb you, like Baghdad

Daulat, to the one above
My mission for my intermission
To spread peace and love
I fly like a dove

You may say you're an eagle
I don't give a shit poker face, Mr. Seagal

So, I do it groovy now girls wanna do me
From the booty with a Gucci
To the one that sell their pussy on the streets
Or the red house

When I'm on the mic
They take off their blouse
I guess its a blessing cause for now
No spouse and in fact
Could be your girl that invite me to the house

They say that my tongue is not the only thing
That make them feel arouse
So, you do the math tell me what Im talking about

Turn it up louder we need the volume
My songs are flowers watch me how i bloom

Turn it up louder we need the volume
My songs are white powder kingpin push it too

Turn it up louder we need the volume
My songs empower those who dont have a clue

Turn it up louder we need the volume
I got that superpower so whatchu gonna do

This flow of mine is evergreen
Foundation of youth
And you know, I keep it clean
I turn mean

When i feel provoked
By the people in the scene
And yes, I'm really broke
From the broken system of the streets

I greet people politely
And those that bite me
Would never ever be like I be
Swiftly, improved with my sick moves

I dont dance
You know that shit
One, two, step clap my hands
Easily impressed
By what they got in their hands
My mama told me that I'm gullible
I raise my hands

I throw questions
Till you feel the tension
That's the kinda reason
Why i got into detention

But hey, thank God
I'm still breathing
There must be a good reason
Why im able to be leaning on my back
While I rap, and the fact
That I'm leading this pack of cats
And we squeezing

Turn it up louder we need the volume
My songs are flowers watch me how i bloom

Turn it up louder we need the volume
My songs are white powder kingpin push it too

Turn it up louder we need the volume
My songs empower those who dont have a clue

Turn it up louder we need the volume
I got that superpower so whatchu gonna do