Grim Fandango

Skulls and crossbones, boneheads and bare limbs
A spare grin when I tear the heir apparent
Daring to be truthful, breadwinners with no scruples
Using the useful, light-skinned with soot in his pupils
Looping the suitable samples, a chance been sold
I’m not illin', killin' or chillin', I’m lampin' cold
I’m rational, even when I’m slashing your nodes lymph
The kid snatches hoes quick, in the past with shows ripped
I’m just fast with flow shit
Know this like it’s progress, I know best
Who can roll swift without blowing sess
I’ve noticed they know this is no diss
Just showmanship on my program switch
I had a dream in which I was shot with my hands raised
Took my place in complacency yet the man blazed
Memory vague, but the scene resembled a police raid
Dance, devil, dance, grim fandango fade
Yo, I come through your hood with a sick demeanor
Cause I got thick skin like myxedema
And on it is an emblem of a movement of the gravest of speech
A princely pauper with «Slave» on his cheek
Raise and you bleed, this bunker rap
Punks react with screams when the thunder claps
Fuck knowing, I rap truth, well versed in the ledge
Punchlines smack you gap-toothed like Percy Sledge
After fluid movements, learn how guns can conduit it
Came through with three lifers, two truants, one translucent
I’ll bust a capillary when I’m one blood above facts
And I copulate records, yes, I’m fuckin' with that
I see you bucking with gats, I’m slapping your wrists
Amateur shit, student, I’m the master at this
I tote a smoking gun in hopes that cancer sticks
A star was born but now you have no ass to risk
I flew a Delta, cap a rapper, aim the mouth to reticle
I might as well keep it all alphabetical
If you are what you eat and I am what she eats
That makes me a chicken and her a consumer, believe me
And if I see you in UBC then
I see C in ICU
And I know you don’t wanna twirl with bars
Cause if you and I verse, we’ll end up worlds apart
I got one love for 22 Two’s, obscene flow
Changing states with amazing grace, they call me free throw
It ain’t foreplay from banister to doorway
A whore say «Play four» while I say «Foreplay»
Damn right, I fuck fans and I rush up live ringers
Meaning I fuck up fans, get punched with five fingers
Line splitters, catch the A.K. day tripper
A six shooter who does seven sins to make eight figures