100 - RATKING

These herbs take my verses for granted

Every verse deserves a purse with a grand and

A hearse with a handsome

I purchased a bandage for those that

Ain’t heard of the damage I bring

I sing verses that merk off your manner

Think you polite

Picked up by the police, to-night

In booking, Shooken so tight

Tingling mingling with the coked type that’s so white

Or the wild on canal, soul closed tight

Old-type

Uncle Stu, told me bout his whole life

How he used to hold knifes

Now I hold mics

Hard pill to swallow

Heard there’s light at the end of the tunnel

Wasteman found it

Left it rot

He was chasing his troubles

Tim hit the puddle

Splash raps up in the huddle

And these fuckers wonder how we keep it one-double?

(x3)

Gold-fingered Sport

Tossed me the beat, told me to keep it a hundred

Risen the ranks

Tend to spit, speak, say what i want to

Go to my gun or

Cool hands of thunder succumb

Pulling me under

Into the jungle

Like it or lump it

Eat, it’s one or the other

Cute kid, tooth-ed

Lose it now I’m putrid

Truth is, toothless

Zooted

Care, who could give two shits

Usually used with

Used to be muted

Eh eh, it made me tight, gave me a mic

Now I’m hype to use it

Music’s just two cents

This flu i grew has left me too sick

Gonna take you through some of what we doing

Truth is you can’t deduce it

Hustlers that do it

Never left if they know they need it

If you get it tell me what percentage do you keep it?

We keep it!

Don’t forget it

Bullshit

Of course, sweat it

Cause we was force-fed it

Since we was all born in it