Song: Susan
Year: 2012
Viewed: 82 - Published at: 7 years ago

If I dont answer my phone then you phones
Translation you phony so catch on
There's a lot of fakeness so move along
Life's more than a fuck, some cash and a bong
Crab niggas cake in the state of black-eyed susans
My mind creates relative thought tapes that therapist play
Vivid displays of illusions in conclusion
The girl of my dreams in a field of black-eyed susans
Cool whip cause I got the cream packaged and
Interior fishegg, runflat with Dayton rims
But rather be as humble as the words I preach
You dusty diamonds in the ruff like Shreech
Contracts get breached your president has been impeached
You said your shit was wet but who reported that leak
Never lacking substance evident in my elegance
Tainted how I relish these musical elements
Take em' pelham and spread like Helmanns
Heltah skelter verbals gotta thank the herbals
Smoking like a parent of kid who broke curfew
Love few but hate all in the game that I brawl
Super smash competition coming with quarrels
Bitch I been I boss I ride mics Gotham gritty
Nights far from noble new explanation of dark
Explaining the future with just a blunt to spark
Don't worry be happy can't fold if I have no cards
Been a resident work the mat like wrestling
Analogies for the ways the beats segment
In the zone hush boy as you grace the presence
My words locking jaws like masons caught tetanus
Collins too reckless you double send the message
Rappers in the game ain't got a mitt to catch the method
Hectic express thoughts over Dilla eclectics
Even my therapist wouldn't approve of this session
That's no questions, no press no releasing
Flow and timing is one with the four seasons
Reason my delivery make you stop breathing
Crooks Abstergo homeboy that best kept secret
Tell labels peep this modern Shakespeare shit
My wealthy wordplay spawned a verbal forbes list
I ain't stopping til the asteroids rocks
Or til my g-shock solar power systems stops
Swear this niggas ain't icons tell them the real
Then act like diss tracks is bygones
By god your gone and now the choir plays a song
Swear to these streets I dwell man this shit is ease
Genuitity is all they really want from me
I got crowd control but really I'm just a tour guide
Physical from the east but worldwide my soul resides
Bring the beats nigga and I gets wicked like voodoo
Sweeping crews and individuals like influenzu
Samples in the kitchen slicing loops like ginsus
On that brand new motherfuck what you been thru
Advise that ass like parental better cancel
Like memberships after bad credit scores
So wanna experience that real shit then hop aboard
Travel abroad kill amateur claiming they spit raw
You piss poor my rich flows spill sense to the floor
Hotter than the sun core convected plasma
An explosive disaster you better warn NASA
Real hip-hop head rest in piece J Dilla
Collins Crooks Abstergo hip-hop resurrectors
The good never die and the real is in session
Confessions blaze the tracks like Koresh
In Waco I hate these bastards with no soul

( Wayne Collins )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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