The Playground

I'm the fliest, Philly lighting, filibuster, flow philanthropist

Fill 'em with pheromones while fantasising over cannabis

Calling him Solomon, concubines swallow Klonopins

Follow him down the rabbit hole and hold delights anonymous

My native tongue, dope enough to make your nasal run

The way we come in and kill 'em with butter vocal radiance

Riduculo rhythm original pushing the pinnacle

Pull a centrefold Sally and double digit De Niro-ro

Pardon my penmanship, my paragraph pin point so

I hog tie'em, poke'em and prod'em and burn the joint slow

Slang so ridiculous I'm speaking in tongues right?

Plus my flesh bubbling when under the sunlight

The, demon is in'em, Dean'll continue to bring'em the venom

In a verse, don't consider it sinning sinner, sayonara

I serenade with sentences simply

While dancing on the beat like fingers tapping on ten keys

I'm saturated with tomorrow, I make her temple bounce like Achilles

Decapitated Impolo, your days are borrowed, make a model

To manipulate minds like, Che Guevara, this is classic

Like Dean Malenko, Eddie Guerrero, flost feddy apparel

Throw a gloss on the era, rock a mic like Heraldo Rivera

With broken nose I'm approaching those, with broken flows

Just so you know, when I do-ci-do, yall paralyzed like polio ayo

Yo we know no nose like Godemis knows nose

The window of opportunity closed on my friends and foes

Ya I suppose, looking through but I dosed off, life is a bitch

She was rippin on me snatchin her clothes off

I caught a vision of her inside the stormy weather

It was reminded a thing of beauties a joy forever

Always say never, I’m cuttin ‘em all down

Past the point of no return puffin Diesel and James Brown…

[Verse 4: Ubiquitous]

Every joint I touch n burn, a seal of an 8th sounds

2009 Kids get killed on the playground

While you wait around for weight

I know my way around ya place

No mistakes allowed, galvanizen brake ya power gates

Praise academy, start with letter J and add a D

The U B I, double deep in ya greyest anatomy, I’m sayin

Inhale the 3rd fifth an nineteenth exhale imagination

Now that’s amazin, assassination Jason!

You want it come n get it we got it for all yall

The U B I we’ll callem out like a foul ball

We doubt yall, Rookies are ready for runnin game

Regular rappers get run-over playin chickens with trains

Blow ya brain, out the back of ya bobble’n head home

Slayer sounds, people burn down the village n head home

There poems, out from rebels from layin em all down

Keep ya hands and ya feet to yourself on the playground