[progressive beat build up] It’s Mr. Skin tough… Imma roughen the definition, This flow you hear me spitting quietly, It be colder than snow… Ayo, Society stuck on da bluff, But, I just had a premonition, Let me get reminiscing, positioning my vision, listen up! This a transmission how I lust to perform in the clutch, My pistons get to hissing, I’m forming a fist, Kissing grooves, I sooth, These clever moves I set em up, Bruised but ever smooth, Never needed luck or gave a fuck or two, Yup, A crude dude but loyal I puff the oil, tilted foil name.. Coil up a fatty then gladly I watch it broil in a flame, Came out the soil, Now I’m bout to spoil the game.. No diddy I’m daddy, No getting rid of me sadly, Gradually I settle in when I’m gripping the tool, the boy rude, We sipping slush that cool stuff, Sitting on a stool dude, How I roll! Plenty tales get told, Old soul with arthritis, I don’t bend or fold, Not even in the slightest, It ain’t hard to tell I write the tightest, Mind of Midas when I light the kale, Rhymes Gold and never fail, Poof, I pop up preaching, Reaching out you feel the braille, I’m on my grind like a rail, Behind this vail.. My rhymes be cooped up! I let em burn, set em loose, Turn the volume to the roof, 50 aint enough, I’m busting through the cut, Ayo, Trust, This a cadence you can’t afford, Plus, I reside on shutter island n be while ing door to door, Metaphors I horde, Did did I stutter, Sharp cutter y’all is iffy, I don’t clutter the bar.. Jiffy butter sticky, I’m a nut in a jar.. I regress.. Over an open fire Im conspiring texts n what’s next, Prior to confiding in a higher power I got inspired by a special flower sesh, Let me confess… This what be dissolving my stress, I get absolved when I’m involved, Not to mention, Artful resonance and intentions, No hesitancy as I’m attempting to evolve, My intelligence is relevant, Revenant in my resolve.. Smart as an elephant I’m prevalent, When I arrive or depart.. Nonetheless right from the start, The room get dark! Its Mr. Skin Tough at his best, Might just rhyme myself to death in fact Midas mind behind the golden bar’s weighing heavy on my raps!
