Hip Hop (feat. LB)

I'm like a dead watch battery, shit I'm just trying to kill time
Grab a little light and shine while it's still aligned
Rub a couple nickels together and get a fine dime
I'm in my mid-thirties, I'ma redefine the word prime

Shit and I ain't talking Amazon
You's about to witness history, make sure your cameras on
Shit I'm too legit to quit like the Hammer song
Running shit, no marathons plus I ain't passing no batons
Hope you ain't waiting for all the smoke to clear
Blowing big clouds like I'm trying to signal Smokey Bear

Yeah but I ain't talking inches man
I'ma make these bitches dance like they won the ring
Head honcho, strippers in ponchos
You know I'm repping Ready Made, for them inches check the chain

I'm the shit baby, check the stains
I'ma beat that pussy up and leave it numb, Novocaine

I feel like the hip-hop that we know been diagnosed with cancer
I be the IV, the chemo, the answer
Thirty-seven and I still sag my pants bruh
The heart of a lion but the size of a badger
This is a robbery, I'm snatching all your property
You're probably pondering plots of packing up your property
I pick and peck some mumble rappers as an offering
The industry influenced me to sacrifice the king and queen
I am an alien and y'all are normal human beings
Waiting for the day when you awaken from your Matrix dream

With me there's no complacencies, you wait and see
I'm basically the face of what you aim to be
You gonna need a fleet of fully armed F-15s
If you think that you be the one who's got a chance to step to me

So prepare for the curtain call
My album dropping soon, I call it Nicotine and Alcohol