My lyrics are a gift to the children
No soul, They say rap's missing the feeling
Well I give them the thrillin
They get watching a young prince william, vivian, phil and
Carlton, my bars starving them
This young artisan'
Skills illing, anti-penicillin
Couldnt be this proper if you went to cotillion
If you're swag's 30,000 mine on quadrillion
Or one thousand million million
That's a 1 with twenty zeroes
Now a days there's plenty heroes
But they can't kill this villain,
Built this building
Just so you say you in it
And I can tear it down
Its Garish what I'm wearing now
Flowing like a faucet, they ask how I'm farah'n now
I'm who they fearing now when they hear my sounds
Big fumes when I spit tunes
Fill up your spittoon
I've made chicks swoon since Lara croft was in tombs, nicktoons, and rick rude,
I'm Doused in arrogance
That's the reason your spouse blouse got left on my beach house chair again
And the sheer amount of knowledge I possess about full house is embarassin
We scalp garrisons
Leave Wiz Taylor Gang-less and XV without Squarians
Bottomline: Competition we bury them
Steal your maid marian
When rob in yo hood with his merry men
Bitch it's Rob; I'm a Demigod
And I'm Shitting on rappers, got em trailing like the Iditarod
Dogfish what I'm sippin on
Yo chick missing? She probably with Crane, Ichabod
Stacks like I'm Flippin Pogs
Pabst like I'm still in college
Passport got stamps; it needs to get a job
You have No Future and that Isn't Odd
Giant ego, My head bigger than the Wiz of Oz
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024