[Instrumental: Grimy drumless loop, vintage vinyl crackle] [Vocals: Gritty male rapper, raspy baritone, heavy lisp, speech imperfection ONLY, New York street accent, STRICTLY NO SINGING] [Delivery: Conversational flow, Griselda off-beat cadence, raw and unpolished, strict rapping, masterful breath control, NO MELODY] a transcript of the hoods everyday procedures bussing guns sounding dodging the trap fleeing the jump outs and sweepers running up to iron fences jumping trying to clear it a forty five ringing in your ears please act like you dont hear it you will be only a spirit nothing left of the physical im not trying to be a typical lyrical miracle [loose pocket] im trying to see who in your family is gonna be steering your wheelchair staring blank with nowhere to veer into a terrible end to insert yourself into sipping a mean cocktail shrimp and fruit cocktails variety is not the spice of life [breath] this seasoning stays the same as your favorite dish the carving knife precise poke and lacerations playing yourself when your behavior have you tied up in basements [staggered off-beat delivery] i stay equipped with flagrant shit integrity is a fragrance kid and you smell like a liar seventies samples cut up and amplified through the snitches wire i flourish like a florist under fluorescent lighting this lyrical bouquet is homemade like crochet down to the writing [rhythmic drift] cut and chopped samples coordinate with each measure my seventy sharp sword crew wont fade like memories of those no longer with us do the impossible like bring the son of god with us like he lived with us and amongst us to sit with us build with us and just let knowledge born through a neighborhood holla he left his message with us we currently writing text for hip hop scholars [Break] squeezing that squeezing that squeezing that [Delivery: Continuous street flow, staggered off-beat delivery, gritty and reflective, raw, NO MELODY] mundane sundays be the perfect days for strays to hit ya man sideways fridays after one a m is when rivals spray men why be out where they find you and ya men [loose pocket] meanwhile seventy in the caymans talking moving cargo and the likeliness that we slay men ok then since you say that heres new macs why dont you spray that said the plug to my associate [breath] he was so humbled he made sure the next body he caught was with it what he bought with it was something that would make you think a man died because it made a man cry [Outro] [Beat continues looping] [Fade to static]
