Verse 1
I tend to say my amen's in the a.m.,
to stay one step ahead of mayhem,
that may come by days end.
I must have been Avery born,
made to later be the maitre d' for great MC's.
I convey the beast slain, to say the least,
don't obey police but in times of war I chill for days of peace.
I always pray to God, but never pay the priest; guidance,
must be the way to cease, the violence,
keep at bay the thief, my dilemma is polemics,
and silent politicians simply sympothising.
Sorry don't make a fuckin heart beat,
reflect, get my car keys, a note pad, and a Sharpie.
Collabs with haps collapse,
all the sudden they're pro rap, I wanna go back.
"y'all are so wack . . . with every soul clap,
with every soul clap, with every soul clap."
Verse 2
I smoke until my chest hurts,
thus some of my best works,
here's a gesture to make the flesh in your neck jerk.
My expertise while I network these,
few excerpts to help me to increase my net worth.
Your rap style's rudiment,
you hide behind your pseudonym,
not much for me to do to win,
make master pieces doodling.
I'm just your Average Joe,
and that just happens to be my G.I.
Zooted be I, handle my B.I.,
when the shit gets knee high.
Word to the wise don't trust the buzz from the hive,
and besides I'm not the type to reply, I just vibe.
On the side walk I stop and I kicks my jive talk,
girls with guys gawk, it's Gods gift not my fault.
I'm not the type that likes Hip-Hop in general,
I got a couple dogs locked in the kennel,
the lyric cures my mental.
I feel like a dope fiend looking for a needle in hay stacks,
cause now I'm fucking with stray cats.
so back at home,
i'll smoke a whole pack of bones,
tryna keep a track of loans,
because i act alone.