Don’t run with a dame cause a dame’s fetching
We run with a dame cause her profession is playing her position
I’m not talking about hoes or staying home in the kitchen
I’m talking about queens, homey those different, they roll for the whole mission
My mrs ain’t submissive
A leader, I don’t need her to do my dishes I need her to do my stitches

I come from a star in the wrong system
The victors are all victims
Afflictions grow strong I’mma solve symptoms
The head of the class walk the path of the last pharaohs
And carry the flag for the past, but the path narrows
The titans that clashed in the slums while they cast arrows
We’re turned into giants by the sun as it cast shadows

Y’all didn’t think it exists, I think y’all thought maybe I was a myth
That waited in the abyss and came up out of the mists
But I get to aimin and I don’t miss, I’m bout to put it all in your Catcher’s Mitt

Dyin in this ring is a sure thing and you’re the definite (death in it)

I have officially become obsessed with this ad lib

In the shower: YAWK YAWK
Organic chemistry teacher drawing enantiomers: YAWK YAWK
In church: YAWK YAWK
In the library: YAWK YAWK

Does anybody know the cure for this horrible disease?

YAWK YAWK

What you know about multiplayer on that Golden Eye on that 64?
What you know about Walkmans? CD players? Stereos?
What you know about smart girls? I never really been in the centerfolds