it a took a beat for the street EP to be complete
rather neat, and discrete we eat, bon appetite
from the east NY i see, with only peace
to the sea, norway my G, oh what a treat
i write a rap from my black knapsack rather magnificent
the pen hits the pad like that, sailing a penmanship
i rap to do do that that, i’m reminiscent
with a blast from the past like that, man on a mission
back to back with the classic track, man are you listening?!
you pass when i pass right back, a diamond glistens in
my glass when i shoot one back, no scotty pippin
bull shitting as the day flies past, who are you kidding?
man i say what i gotta say, play what i gotta play
bathe in the rays of my ways on a holiday
make no apology when no wrong’s done
the fat lady ran out of breath before the song was sung

you want this
you want that
you want that now
you want that now


i rock over a rhythm that is honest and true
i couldn’t give a fuck if it was coming from you
your motor mouth running like you’re breaking ya jaw
i shouldn’t give a fuck at all, we’re all flawed
i listen to the frequencies that put me on
got more grass in my lungs than you got on your lawn
i dance in trance in a moment in time
still tryna find one doper than mine
oops there goes my ego making a break
at least i admit it when i make a mistake
but sometimes, you need to be cocky as hell
as long as you’re not hurting anyone else
you know & i know boundaries
the healthy medium where all things can breath
make no apology if no wrong was done
and get the fuck up out my face if you’re an evil one

you want this
you want that
you want that now
you want that now

they’re chasing after the capital, rotten like a bad apple
they grapple after the chapel in dire need of a chaperone
apollonia phony philosophy’s on the back burner
fire rising much higher than psilocybin spectacular
actions are much needed, when the world needs weeding
we’re in need of a new ingredient to be expedient
to raise the median believing in achieving even
odds once thought to be out of reach of the seedy men
greedy men, happy to trample over their brothers
if it means they could reach those means to top each other
until it all topples over when the moment is done
they rather hide within the shadows than to bask in the sun
it’s all fucked up but no doubt we stay true
and knock beats and write rhymes for a lifetime thru
so make no apology when no wrong was done
and light a fat one to this in the warmth of the sun