two times two is mathematics   back at it   back at it with this rap at it   back at the truck   back at the bar   back with your hoe   back at the spot   meet me at the glow      can't do with the cool   can't do like a motherfuckin' (????) kabul   but y'all ain't ready   y'all ain't raw   classical cliche words i heard outside of the cypher      step to the left   step the the ticket booth   step to the bar and order a beck's   step to the place   can't do it ace   go for the throat before it's too late      remember passion   without the simple flask in a pocket   safety tip:   take risks and don't drink fifths   chew, blow, or smoke life away   make you own noose   always in the ass like caboose      new 'geti king cut throat cut off the anchors of old boats   let them ships sink in the olds boats   like cold cat, heavy influence of rap   still trying to get my sox cap back   with the cursive C   not on tracks like bree   melt like salt when it's on the i c e   smooth like silk   motherfuckin' frank i kill   cats died and the living have guilt      well built like porsches   obey breast body and booty   take less and throw the pressures of awkward and moody   never stoopin' a stoolie   done a lot of things but things still school me   fake friends, summer loves, break hearts   stab you in the back dart   break your spirit when you feel it   then you feel ill spirit   then you're stuck   can't bear it   can't breathe    like oxygen   like riverboats pumped it all   i gamble checks   i gambled death and came back outta breath   a little bit wet   flag half staff pissing me off   underground by tomorrow   buy a bucket at the drip bar   wake up, shit man   gettin' whipped by the devils cane   feeling strange   like acid trips on prison train's lane   this how i rap while i sip that first beck's   waiting for miss bombette to return   los angeles man, everything is right   disconnecting myself from my old life