Act later, plan first, my flow's like when a dam bursts
Riding with my fam first, find me up in Amherst
Edmond O'Brien, cause our lines will leave you sure dead
A blood donor, rolling with a bleeder and a purebred
I'm a fan of Bronson, either Action or Charles
That's a mirage, my raps attacking faster than SARS
Admit defeat? It isn't often, listening to Richard Dawkins
Sitting, thinking "this is awesome," rocking from Addis to Austin
Name PT, like the boat Kennedy sank
There's a lot of rappers out there, but not many as dank
Pinocchio spitters, y'all were meant to be wooden
We've got the odor of death, you have the Scent Of A Woman
Stick a clip in a bit and it sparks, you're reading Nicholas Sparks
Missing a heart, sit alone while I drink in the dark
Maneuver capers, my skin looks like computer paper
Mules and acres, I'm inhaling on a bluish vapor
Ripping the beat, Uma Thurman style, licking your feet
Spit in the street, you take in the back, Brittany DiPrete
Eight-ball, call me Nick Cage, I'll tear your Face-Off
These other rappers spitting slower than the Based God
The color is green, snubbing the mothers of fiends
Love the machine, screwing over your crew, fucking your team
Computer-generated music, but not special effects
Severing your neck, get on my level if you wrestle with death
Working class, Stark flight, Dark Knight, burn the cash
Burners blast, then I'm escaping with a furtive dash
Gun-metal jacket, got the funds for a ratchet
Nothing as magic, on the fire escape bumping the static
They're a lie, terrified, I'm right there on the terrace, high
Scared to die, rap genius, cousin, buzzin', cause I'm verified
What's the difference between a jewel thief and a peeping Tom
A jewel thief snatches watches, son, you know what steez I'm on
I'm from the city with the region's highest murder rate
Into pulp is how the hollow-tips will turn your face
Speak the facts, cowards make you bleed in the back
Gentrify the neighborhoods of Puerto Ricans and blacks
Stop the drama, I predicted this like Nostradamus
Oxford commas, I'm as toxic as Barack Obama
Pissed at me? Well, he's dismissing civil liberties
Promised a lot, but he's in the prison of our history
Yo, I'm saying that he's twice as good as Bush, though, but
Legalizing? No, bruh, weak and spineless pushover
Stomped in the cement, I'm popping through the top of the ceiling
Locked in a box with my demons, reading the Providence Phoenix
Scheme for paper, and my rhymes reflect my clean behavior
I know, I look like Rachel Maddow fucked Akiva Schaffer
My game plan is spit bars, hit hard and lift off
My attitude is pissed-off criss-crossed with Rick Ross
Riding with my fam first, find me up in Amherst
Edmond O'Brien, cause our lines will leave you sure dead
A blood donor, rolling with a bleeder and a purebred
I'm a fan of Bronson, either Action or Charles
That's a mirage, my raps attacking faster than SARS
Admit defeat? It isn't often, listening to Richard Dawkins
Sitting, thinking "this is awesome," rocking from Addis to Austin
Name PT, like the boat Kennedy sank
There's a lot of rappers out there, but not many as dank
Pinocchio spitters, y'all were meant to be wooden
We've got the odor of death, you have the Scent Of A Woman
Stick a clip in a bit and it sparks, you're reading Nicholas Sparks
Missing a heart, sit alone while I drink in the dark
Maneuver capers, my skin looks like computer paper
Mules and acres, I'm inhaling on a bluish vapor
Ripping the beat, Uma Thurman style, licking your feet
Spit in the street, you take in the back, Brittany DiPrete
Eight-ball, call me Nick Cage, I'll tear your Face-Off
These other rappers spitting slower than the Based God
The color is green, snubbing the mothers of fiends
Love the machine, screwing over your crew, fucking your team
Computer-generated music, but not special effects
Severing your neck, get on my level if you wrestle with death
Working class, Stark flight, Dark Knight, burn the cash
Burners blast, then I'm escaping with a furtive dash
Gun-metal jacket, got the funds for a ratchet
Nothing as magic, on the fire escape bumping the static
They're a lie, terrified, I'm right there on the terrace, high
Scared to die, rap genius, cousin, buzzin', cause I'm verified
What's the difference between a jewel thief and a peeping Tom
A jewel thief snatches watches, son, you know what steez I'm on
I'm from the city with the region's highest murder rate
Into pulp is how the hollow-tips will turn your face
Speak the facts, cowards make you bleed in the back
Gentrify the neighborhoods of Puerto Ricans and blacks
Stop the drama, I predicted this like Nostradamus
Oxford commas, I'm as toxic as Barack Obama
Pissed at me? Well, he's dismissing civil liberties
Promised a lot, but he's in the prison of our history
Yo, I'm saying that he's twice as good as Bush, though, but
Legalizing? No, bruh, weak and spineless pushover
Stomped in the cement, I'm popping through the top of the ceiling
Locked in a box with my demons, reading the Providence Phoenix
Scheme for paper, and my rhymes reflect my clean behavior
I know, I look like Rachel Maddow fucked Akiva Schaffer
My game plan is spit bars, hit hard and lift off
My attitude is pissed-off criss-crossed with Rick Ross
( Toksa Mikka )
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