Crux - Jean Grae

Bad employees

Bad employees

Ain’t good employees

So true

Let’s get it straight

They employees I’m the boss

Edison grain Himalayan salt

Bars act as medicine man laying hands

Contact niggas a brand to maintain fans

I’m prone to darker thoughts and Peter Parker witticism

Known to target more than people gone to prison system

Women carcuses burned and park and earned on a mantle

I’ll still be the hardest worker just a shift in prisons

I’ve always been a prophet conjurer manifester

Better than 100% of them

Dentagrip in the hand of the better gent better than gentleman

Just presented the option of settling in

Back of the bus relegated like black slated

The lady with crack laid in the pages

Lack of phrases never

Hope that we’re trapped in a case together

Rorschach and Watchmen approach until and fall until their balls back in

Here’s a vodka toast for every hour on the hour

So I don’t go cop a toast

Michael Douglas falling down

I’m a Kings County resider with a bounty hunter on the sider

With the county call the

Got a renaissance

Probably I’m a pass on the common class

Mosque and synagogue

Now we into simpletons

Spin a call spin it thin

Finnegan begin again

Optimism was wearing thin even on thicker carotin

The caring is a barren ain’t it

Call stress related aging and immortal babies

Morbid thoughts that separate you from your moral cause

But serenade and show them all the born creators

That’s why now I got to call the blond girls with pom poms

With their mom’s pearls at the prom

With the promise of going to good colleges to bond

On a scholarship

Dad’s in the Klan

My family’s into politics

I’ll choke with tampon strings

Smoke over your body while some asshole sings

I’m really not a part of your party

You’re grasping for mercy

I don’t have any personally ask him

See now I’m late

Now I’m late to do the hook

Now I just gotta just do pushups until the next verse

Alright really just shut up*

Oh that burns one hand

Let’s go*

Who’s always Rosewood pissed off permanent bitch slaps

Doing the birdman hand rub in a six-passenger van

In the passenger seat and wearing a caftan

Blaring The Gap Band’s covers of Scatman Crothers' jams

Unreasonable tin foil hat flow

Rap so blacks don’t back pedal to crack hoes

Mother land ex pat

Ex lax lexicon broad

When I land my jets to concourse

No pedestrians on board

Brontosaurus various ignoring the words to the chorus

So your morals hurt more like slipping on marbles

Non-carpeted long ass mall corridors

All mall smokes at hole in the wall bars

Sipping a long dog flipping off all y’all

Yeah that’s all I got jokes in bars

And I boast those joke

While you hope and costar

Praying like a space ghost coast to coast star

Ricky Lake and Lakos hosting postcards

Go-karts and Nascar reason for blowdarts

Big n*ggas old time

No I don’t spar

I’ll be at my Metamucil age refusing medicine

But then a tending to my linens

A gentleman good evening

Following my bereavement is a team challenge

Valance valor cadence patience manners

Basic etiquette relevant rhetoric brander

A reverent benevolent banter

Gallous gracious

Panoramic picture painter

Realist escapist

Defendant never plaintiff

I don’t need to fucking claim shit

I own shit that own shit

Jessica Tandy prone shit

Jennifer Hanner

Get a home bitch

Get the fuck out of mine

You the fuck out of line

You don’t even know how the fuck to rhyme

Come on yeah go on

Calling the fuzz calling your cousins

I want them running and fucking buzz

I’ve had a dozen a feathering

I fucking live trucks

I’m Bugs Bunny with dutch ovens on my knuckles

I’m the last mother fucking standing

You don’t wanna brash hands

Wait I was trying to say

Lunatic brass pants

Lunatic brass pants that’s my new alias

That’s what I got lunatic brass pants

You’re not gonna put the beat back on

What are you doing to the micro—

I see your point