Look Alive - Specifics

Fuck waiting for the beat ima crack these streets open like jailbreaks

Sweet, the only flavor we can repeat

With no stable mates breathing my savory breeze

Fatally sneeze on the track, label it the greatest cd

Dining table with the diamond needle squeaking on my vinyl plate

Please, im trying to eat mc’s in peace

Fry em em grease, you cook em live, ima repeat the hook and

Jive to the illness think twice conceived

Call it vibes, goodness, some kind of fuckin fly pudding

If rap was tonic i put the cap on and shook it

And douse dips, the house party kids i shout scripts

The child golden chickens down loads with no mouse clicks

If you choose to party like no tomorrow is due

Get live with gold body

Look alive

And move your sorry ass

Im hooked on your kind

The glorious

I floss raps, paper scraps, jaws and traps

Stiletto metal cross etched in my neck bone

Inverted words sketched on walls ghetto the kid

Holding melon is gold, several karats, we’re old fellows

My flow is the medicine

Kept us in good health, whenever albums on the shelves are

Embarrassing or they’re sedatives, i flex my mouth

Every syllable a black dot spilling my ink

On heavy chemical tablets i scratch thoughts

You villains should think fast

Shotgun miller genuine draft, drop your mic, dash

Im nice like broads drunk

God’s sons false like bronze fronts and ice rhinestones

Yall just run around in circles like time zones

Laid back and chillin

Talk about the treats on the tv screen with my fellow james bond

Villains swillin

Everything short of a pigsty by picked eyelashes, thin

We mixed dry gin and sip tastefully

Dips with grace, bullies and high school scarfaces get laced

Boogie and break

I make sounds like wookie, get down with fly bookies

Trying to pay me back with cookie baggies

On the dance floor ducking like daney sippin was lucky

Shuffle kicks, lazy gimps, fuckin crazy pimps

With handstand punches, that stun bystanders

And drunk chicks chewing up banana bunches

We slide bannisters the camera shy amateurs night

Shadowy crime fighter slash rhyme analyast

We step syncopated, get a drink so fast my tip will hit the table

After kids have drained it

We pose half toasted

Pull my half bow back and blow kiss prey frozen in the focus

Like ice cubes, busy meltin in they fizzy melon mixes yo

My flow is dizzy, seldom spoken with shitty fellows and punks trying

To crowed me

Only write rhymes when im drunk or when im drowsy the crown

You only sound phony trying to pronounce your ownership of this

In hip hop, or your town, city, and block

Im like the fist knocking down boxers, claiming the shit they rub on

My glove

Is to fog their vision of being the top kid rocking a mic

Like you was actually holdin a dick, not even beating off right

What the fuck