Rhyme scheme was nasty
You was talkin!

Rap crews find ways to split mics like scientists split the atom
The birth of an explosive reaction,
Not the Manhattan Project but the projects in Manhattan,
Defiling your basic thought patterns,
Breaking down your essence to electrons, your wack s*** will get stepped on,
Watch your pile of demos get flattened

When we get to it in here later today

It’s 5 in the morning, I’m with T-Pain and Lily Allen
I’ll be here later tonight to talk to y’all like Jimmy Fallon
I’m not off a pint of lean man I’m off a gallon
And I’m clutching on that cup like I got a f***in talon

5:45 AM and my dawg already cooking

GOOOOOOOD MORNING KTT

Fresh day, eyes drinking in a new sky
For me hell got that fye
Good chance this day goes awry

But f*** it we stay fly
So that's freeze on the body and wings out the pack

This world got me in chains...but earth I'm coming right back

Talon bar hard as s***

Harder than the cravings for heroin before you relapse,
Barrin out on Friday, stuck from wax like it's tree sap,
Violatin motherfuckers like Kevin Spacey in his prime,
But I ain't touchin little kids, I'm just writing down some rhymes,
Rep the five boroughs cuz we at a half century,
Of rap being the greatest style of music, it was meant to be,
S*** was sent to me, from above, it won me mentally,
It's either rhyme or euthanasia,
It's in my blood elementally,
If I blocked you on this site it's because you f***in suck,
P*** addicted basket cases tryna act like they're tough,
Give a f*** about a coomer, get your ass right back to Reddit,
Blow your check on some cam girls, motherfuckers is pathetic,
Better off lettin that nut sit on top your mother's gut,
Then being born into this world, man I don't give a motherfuck,
In real life you'd pay respect and on the Net you suckin d***,
Lil b****es, kiss my ass, man you make me f***in sick,

Mouth full of legal amphetamines, the pack sealed hermetically
He was thinking s***s sweet like grenadine, I got the remedy
Oh look -
it’s Mr. Let The B**** Drown, Ted Kennedy
You’re too Lit, you your own worst enemy,
I just called to say dawg, I don’t respect the hegemony

F*** the social security office
Was trying to write on that and that's all I got right now

if i s***ted my pants id still be fly
they like he dam he rlly got it on him no dkny

i'm high as an eagle, that's a Philly mood
I wallow in so much grass, it's like the kid got on a ghillie suit

pop out with my guys we just hit the chilis dude
i ordered the margaritas cuz if u buy 1 u get another to

The social security office failed my dawg Vox
F*** em, the safety net is just a blanket full of smallpox
Betrayed by high-minded ideals of John Locke,
homestead principle with the glock, look how I call shots,
this one’s for you; don’t worry boss, I’ll let you own it
Shaking hands with my political opponent,
leaned in and told him we’ll be dead in just a moment,
Revealed the vest I wore was tailored with explosives,
The trip wire was the most crucial component,
I smile wide because I’m proud of how I’d sewn it

Niggas think they the s*** when they really a poop stain

And still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace?
There's war in the streets and war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty, they got a war on d****
So the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime, I ain't have to do
But now, I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up
Crack you up and pimps smack you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
They get jealous when they see ya, with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops, they can't touch this
I don't trust this, when they try to rush, I bust this
That's the sound of my tool, you say it ain't cool?
But mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped
And I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
Some buck that I roughed up way back
Comin' back after all these years
Rat-a-tat, tat, tat, tat, that's the way it is

damn i hate my opps more than kanye hated the jews

idgaf i’ll shoot up the whole foods

My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet
I let my b**** bag it; if she steal it, I'ma kill her
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillos
And f*** your hospital — Young Money, we the illest
And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest
My flow is nasty, like C-Y-philis
Self-made G, and them b****es know the business
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist
And when I was five my favorite movie was The Gremlins
Ain't got s*** to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention
You looking for divine and a lil' intervention
And them birds don't fly without my permission
I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons
See, my world is different, like Dwayne Wayne
And if you want trouble, b****, I want the same thing

And you know that I’ma ride with my motherfucking niggas
Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
Don’t worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
‘Cause the sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
And if you look high, you'll see that I’m gon' be in it
The sky is the limit (Errrrrrrr!)

Buck-ten in the coupe, and your b**** love it
Switching lanes faster than she switch subjects
Tell a b****, "Don't talk to me
And if you're talking to them niggas, don't talk for free"
And I hate when a nigga say, "Talk is cheap"
'Cause I'm the type that let money talk for me, yeah
My flow is art — unique, yeah
My flow can part a sea
The only thing on a mind of a shark is "Eat"
By any means, and you just sardines
I got the 40-cal. tucked in my P-R-Ps
What do you expect? I'm from New Orleans
The majority of my city is riders
They tried to make a brand-new map without us
But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars
And no matter how you change it, it'll still be ours

Outside it’s only darkness,
but not darkness like the night
Dark like a windowless room you’re in when somebody turned off the lights,
There’s a sound of radio static or infinite numbers of buzzing flies
Open the door, I dare you to try;
that’s whats on the other side
Tell yourself it’s just a dream, second thought
you already know that’s a lie
Lay in your bed, keep checking the clock
but it’s always the same time
Through the walls somebody’s screaming,
you don’t know who but you know why
There’s a message written on the ceiling
you can read it if you close your eyes
Gotta think backwards to read the words,
It says they’re waiting for you in the dirt,
And the next part is the worst,
you know what’s coming, s*** feels rehearsed
When you see what’s in the corner, you realize it was your scream that you heard
The jaws snap and it hurts
but you finally know how the trap works!

MFs closed out last Friday crazy

Gotta sit down and unpack some of these

GOOD MORNING KTT