Central Park
It came in two pieces
No arm no breakdown
Still felt like gifts from Jesus
Water in a drought
If you scared/go in the house
Married to the game
Abusing my spouse
Bout it like Victor Bout
Mums the word
Idiots open they mouth remove all doubt
I'm in the park when it's dark out
Twist the bark/hands of a surgeon
Never went the shark route
Eggs from a sturgeon/sour candy from an urchin
Ask not for whom The Raven's perching
It caws for you
Tower of London when I punch in
For him/they built a supermax under the dungeon
Panopticon octagon within an octagon
Rapped my way out like word is bond
My 10 percent was militant
Knowledge of self/niggerich/negro recidivist
Lonely hearts club
Apparently I'm the only rapper that didn't fuck your bitch
Yet
In lieu of respect I'm now accepting certified checks
Wade through the crowd/swiper in hand
Shorties unconvinced when I say I'm with the band