Hand over Fist - Armand Hammer

MOP THE DECK

RING AROUND THE COLLAR

A PROPER SWEAT

ILL FITTING

POLYESTER POLOS

FADED SAVE FROM YA MEMORY

WITH YEARS AVOIDING PHOTOS

ROCKING MOHAWKS IN ‘04

THAT BOY GONE

MASTER KEY A BLOW AND SO ON

LET A NIGGY KNOW

BLUES AND REDS

BUILT LIKE MO VAUGHN

POKE A LANE BRYANT THICKUM BUT I AINT MAKE IT THROUGH THE WHOLE SONG

CROWN FRIED

DEADEYES

AND CLAMMY FLESH

AS SHE SLEPT

LIFTED TWENTY FROM HER PURSE BEFORE I LEFT

CALLED ME IN LIKE AN HOUR

THAT WAS FOR MY BABYS LUNCH

YOU AINT ABOUT SHIT

WHEN I SEE YOU IMMA…

CLICK

LISTEN MY TRAINS A COMING

SILVER PEAK SHUTTLE OUTTA PEEKSKILL

PURPLE DAWN RISING

REEK OF SOUR MASH REFILLS

EPILLS

GRIND DOWN MY MOLARS I CANT KEEP STILL

GRIMY NIGGA RAGTIME

BRUSH MY TEETH WITH HEINEKEN

SLOW DOWN TO CUT A HALF LINE

RED WINE AND SHIT BROWN BOOMERS

NO.7 ESIASON BLITZ

WILD EYED FRESH OUT THE LIONS DEN

HIGHER SCIENCE

BLEND WITH SUICIDAL TENDENCIES

AN ILLUSION BETTER LIVING THRU CHEMISTRY

Well known offender

Lords never worry but pussy respect pressure

(Woods)

Early bird gets the worm

Fuck that weed shit son

I ain’t tryin to burn

What’s the word?

Let me hold something

Aight, then fuck it

Let me roll something

I need that doe cousin!

Tight than a mug

Fuck showing love im on that

Jerry maguire

Bitch said she sick and tired

Bitch you singing to the choir when

All a nigga really need is his shirt ironed

Bout to see my P. O

Apply myself to these applications but

If i dont get a j.o.

dont say nathan

When you see me going in the basement

Knocking Sports, Drugs & Entertainment

Food in the dark

I ain’t trying to read for Mr. Magoo part

Bullshit glengarry leads

Cadillac Eldorado

Second place is steak knives

In the streets its talented kids but

They corner only teach em how to take dives

Ima take mine like a date rape on Valentine’s

Dressed to the nines

Flower in lapel

Just goes to show, you never can tell

(Creature)

Kufi on in a crack house losing his religion

Truthfully gone blackout out of commission

Smelling like a sewer system you would diss him

Came home after four days the eulogy written

Ghost in the snap shot a shadow of himself

Lost hope on the bad block a battle for help

Four children and wife depend on him

Ignore feelings despite the stench on em

Eyes the same color as damu’s flag

Son cried ashamed not you dad

Judge mental life’s never budge or bent you

Could use a hug gentle in dark light resents you

Day break time to get right with your maker

Stay safe what you invite can take ya

Where the sun stood still on the darkest corner

Numb can’t feel like a heartless mourner