Lyrics Late Jawn - Tracy Lamont feat. Defacto Thezpian

My art's on easels
Meant to be like God vs. Evil
Saying, " Damn! " when you hear my numbers
I'm Donald Cheadle
Had to stop to roll up
Afterwards engage in kegel exercises
My pen exercises how to write illegal
Fighting people
Arguing over things that is not my steelo
Take a pause
We do not rush for sequels
My life sacrificed for entertainment
Reminisce to when we hooped above the pavement
That's an understatement

Father son, Holy smokes
Think I caught the holy ghost
I been had him living in my spirit
Imma holy host
Way put out tapes my bro
Thought I worked for coast to coast
Way I move around
People think I'm wit La Cosa Nos
Shit I rap I'm sposed to boast
See me that's a goat sighting
I'm present even when I'm not
Because I do a bit of ghost writing
You might make em bolt
But you do not control lightning
I'm the Mic Myers
I'm so good that it is quite frightening