Old Man Shit

When I’m ripping and rapping I ain’t picking the bastards
Who be tricking the masses into getting they asses kicked
Feels like I been getting my masters
Fuck a pump and dump I like the income that’s passive
Raise up the bar before I fly right passed it
I’ll be writing rhymes till they put me in a casket
Old man shit put the lotion on it’s skin
Then put that shit back in the damn basket
Like buffalo bill the way I’m ruffling feathers
Snuffing out debt cut the heads off collectors
Keep a couple heads in a jar as keepsakes
Then tak the rest and turn them into free bait
Upgrad the feeling supply the freebase
Looking all professional, tools in the briefcase
Running on empty from gassing up my teammates
First one down let me know how that sleep tastes
I’ll be wrecking precautions directing impossible
Defending the plausible from ending demonstrable
The mission isn’t even worried about the clearance
Running interference until our enemies fear us
We’re only one disappearance away from a bad day
Everybody trying to save face on the last date
Feeling fancy about to pull out the Massee
Drop the 8 ball in passing, that’s so passé
I’m getting nasty you cannot put it passed me
A mix between blasphemy and tuck everlasting
Feeling like a masterpiece, looking like a tragedy
Trying to get through another day full of savagery
Getting headstrong from working in the mess hall
All hands on deck waiting for our next haul
I need the rest got big plans to eject
So feed the grass and keep off the Kleenex