Sun Toucher
I'm lookin at a nigga right now
It's the look on his face
Upset, you don't wanna know
But these darkies are about to go off the street
It's the sun toucher, salivas a live erupture
Bicing out psycho cushion
My side illuminate the night like Luxor
Supreme being, meaning I'm meelo hemen
I mean knock and rebock but I stop and pop and leave you bleeding
We live from that zone where the real niggas roam
Might take a lot of shots oh Henny while creating a new room
Little very visionary, legendary already
Prisoner where my pen, I need more beats up than my commentary
Attempted jailbreak, only if my verses break
Recite a couple of more times to make sure the flow is great
Then I'm out, grab my hoodie, grab my hat
For any news immoments I'm first to gun clap
Yea I'm on the dangerous, a rebel rap terrorist
My middle finger linger for those who see us parish
From LA ghettos to every ghetto in the world
The last will be first, stay strong "“ that's my word
We never stop, that's the gift that God gave us
Voice of Paul Robertson, vision like Ozzie Davis
The soler and cabozy for these demons and you haters
My knuckle game illinear, rearrange your whole demeaner
My hooks is way cold but my kicks is even meaner
Body blows, you're having internal bleeding flowing like Katrina
I'm the product of sensual conceder, bonified leader
Lines are legendary like the uniform of Derek Geeda
Punch lines so ralic, gotta rock a wife beater
Bitches eating out the palm of my hand, the bird feeder
I don't ride with the meaner while I'm smoking on Keisha
Cuz at the meaner ride me I'll be poking on Keisha
Well known speaker, got me bumping through your speakers
I have been the one before Krispa came to teach ya
Running the game while you chilling in the bleachers
This year tripling the prices of the features
The avangarde, wherever my voice reaches
It's stily impregnable, inevitable bleachers
You poor rappers are so fesicious
But seriously sweeter than them Georgia peaches
Kept form the cloth who practice what he preaches
Suited up for war, and storming all your beaches
Your movement is coming to a hump, tie your screachers
Bedtime, you all retired, you weak bitches
The world is an oyster, ladies love curls
Got the muss burgledeck in case I have a little girl
I'm part analytical, learning to think critical
Either leave a mark or the people won't remember you
The dream didn't die with Martin Luther or Malcolm by the hands of they shooters