(Freestyle Friday #4) Conundrum

One of the only white rappers not rockin' a buzz cut

Chuckle until they see me spit and then they know whats up

Bum rush the city when I left the illadel

I moved to baltimore once we copped us a citadel

Ye- bp my teams, I'ma spit until I can't or till I get out my dreams

I.e ma ma ma misster 52 weeks, bigger catalogue than mafuckin' ll bean

Dilla silly with the beats

Willy wonka with the treats

No filler, go iller pull the people out they seats

No frills go ill prez obama with the speech

Teleprompt the rocket launcher akmadinajhad beef

Boom- goes the dynamite, the mafuckin' time is right

To pull out all the stops and make it pop like a hymen might

Yuck and its gonna get worse too,

Think of all the things I mighta said on verse 2

But fuck a verse 2, I'ma keep it terse

Who- ever want a chorus go ahead and cop my first two

Albums you can find em' up on I-tunes

Spicy and sweet its kinda like your eating thai food

And I choose to go and buy my food from friend kitchen

Cuz' I'm bigger than a typhoon

And I'm sorry that's an inside joke,

Lighten the tone a lil' bit for my been high folks

Filthy slap with the bracelet

Raps from the basement

Now we overground and the sound got a facelift

And we do this shit all by ourselves

Black paisley homeboy already got my help

From toothache to ben skrank

Too long been anne frank

No more hidin' I decided we riding for this thang

We got the thinktank some inglorious basterds

Even spelled it with the "e" so tarantino would thank us

Fuck sanka and all that decaf

I spit that epinephren put you up into rehab

And we have ourselves quite a conundrum

And if you're not a fan yet I hope you become one