Conscious Effort (Freestyle)

Early like the mornin', yawnin', wipe the crust from my third eye

To peep the true intentions of buzzards

Flock and chirp like they're lovers, but pull their talons in public

Scratch you out like the lotto, these niggas

Hoes for the ducket's, I swear

Cause money make niggas change like dollar bills

Seen it once or twice, nigga blocked your life, that shit for real

Brutus came through thrice and he murked out

Caesar after all them years

Now what makes you think your shit don't stink

And you won't get killed

Cause always someone riding, rolling their eyes

At the fact I'm a king and I'm so modest about my rivalries from

Other kingdoms, it's such an oddity that being humble

Could be a sign of weakness

When they know that I know that I body them so

Why waste the cavalry? No need for casualties

When niggas know that their time is up

Like what the fuck they rhymin' for?

What these labels signing for? It's hard to find it comical

Cause this ain't saturday night live, no adlib

No high five, just chess moves

I wreck that shit, never peck that shit, bitch, how dare you?

I'm my only competition

There's no one else to compare to

Unless it's zeus or thor

Or a mystical creature that only eat beats

And emcees so feed me more

I wonder if all this hard work really gonna pay up

While laying up in the villa with broads

That's dying for me to slay on

Not even tripping on blog sites

'Cause they draw light to them haters

Could let a nigga tell it, them niggas

Is jealous comment on my flavors

Favors, shit I don't do them hoes lately

Big frontyard, big backyard, have 'em send

Smoke signals to my neighbors

Got a driveway around my way

You a quarterback throwing papers

I ain't worried 'bout no jack boy

These white folks pullin' capers

Where I stay and I bet they think I'm a dopeboy

Cause I walk that way, and I talk that way to them folk boy

Sit my rims on the curb

Captain phillips couldn't sail where I float, boy

Was a hustler at birth

I could sell mr. Clean some soap boy

Been a while since I feel like talking that shit

Over-confident, common sense

Commonly that we get

Honesty is a commodity, similes ain't my shit

I could say it's popping for sure

You probably think I'm frying fish

Maybe I was, ho

Cause dropping a boombox in your bathtub

Was the only way you could buzz mo'

And yeah, that's cutthroat

But it's slice her neck or cut a check

It ain't my shit if it ain't wrecked

It must be y'alls if it was stepped on

Yo bitch a freak, fucked her to sleep

And that was the last time I was slept on

Shit, I woke up and fucked her again

So she ain't sleep long, nigga