Текст песни ølivier.Mccartney_0o* - +:yves*

You can rap, but can you rap?
I feel like a man made out of polygons with passion
I just made the choice to tuck the K, but I might flash it
I'm filling out the vinyl grooves with new tobacco ashes

Forfeit on your own, this costly toll will all but vanish
And for who the bell may tone, I hope atoning is the answer
Cold sweats galore, my ancestors put in practice
Hot sex with whores, abusing drugs will get me past it

Ocje Nash, riddled by deception of the Catholics
My grandma can't even think a classic thought without the practice
I was in the studio with Bepsi, put in practice
No, I'm not the answer, but I always need the practice

The poets in distress, their mode outdated like adobe flash is
For now I hold my thoughts and strike infrequently like faulty matches
Cast your dreams, become an outcast, a flash of paradise
The sirens blaring, youth tyrannical, right now the time is mine

Whatever you say, I'm not scared, lets go hit again
I'm not Chavo, but I hit your hoe up out in Michigan
I'm so with a star, she's in my hair, delinquent, hooligan
Roll me up, smoke it in the lobby, moving militant