Black Hand

I take the break where it is, cousin

Cadence "fuckin" weapon

8 step programmer..listen

Sleepers hand on the pillow

Black hand like gavrillo

I don't spit coke rap, what you gram into kilos

I was standing for real bro (yup)

Sure i'll house you but i won't supply you a meal though

Not really...keep your points slow unto yourself

I dropped out with a 4.0, have a way with words

Heavy mental, gentle barely every single sound signal will rest me in development

I'm the intelligent black speaker

With a sound that brings every relevant black speaker

At the black dog, they're sort avoids me

Raps future is blacker than their important employees

Your dead if it's fight night cause with veg your quite tight

Britenite, so i got you pegged like light-brite

I stick it to bitches split decisions

I can tell your friends lying

And i don't riddle with griffins

Style soft like a pillow

For real though

Black hand like gavrillo

I'm bob dylan on the fence

Will i sellout or buy in?

Either way, i'm indebted to science

Pyramid schemes with quaintness on the grip

I won't push this block unless enough is much money is spent

The kid was shook to scandal, the pistol-grip punks do the work

Cause the vandals took the handle

Hope that hits you harder than an anvil

The way i wrote my epitaph date

With that face and the handbill

Like damn real, that's my space like jetsons

Your on myspace with my line as a reference

That'll leave hookers with a dime and your preference

I'm hard-top copy, i don't whine or regret shit.

A question: how's it feel to feel the house like the speaker?

Plus the wielded joust for the weaker and the poorer

Hand black like o'maras and i ran to the back with 7 years and 4 scores

Style soft like a pillow

For real though

Black hand like gavrillo

I said "get' em" i'm done with dead riddims

The #1 question is "can the heads mix' em?"

I gotta vendettas with ice chains and grills

But i'll flame ya skills might pain your illness

Fuck writers block! i block writers on the regularly

I'm sedimentary fight or talk with on the dusty berry

Like going into battle, they say the warrior is god-like

Means if your a civilian, your looking at a dogfight

Colder than the frostbite, i walk with strikes in one blocks

Like pac-man but with more rubber then dunlop

Who's grimy? again who's rhyming?

Ask your girl, she blew my towel like boots riley

And now foods try me, catch me when the flows done

Like it was 88, ripping lean patches off a homespun

No one can touch' em, so i'm takin my marker

To get my point across like an atheist archer

Style soft like a pillow

For real though

Black hand like gavrillo