My Crib

Just chilling in my zone and I'm home alone got me in the zone man it used to be a blast from my past when peeps did rap now a days they given me a heart attach got these freaks in my sheets on the edge of my peak the bounce of the ounce & I take this sucker higher blown up in full desire when I look in the mirror my face is getting clearer sound the alarm cause my smoke got no filter it used to mean something when you pray today you insist it ought not be that way can't even dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought one of Grandmaster Flash's own gets busted for murder is it ain't no wonder we got to much time on our hands now I can stand on my own two feet while the earth crumbles this is no place no meet & greet In my crib you can really rest While the crazy world outside is in some kind of test I write my raps on a crystal sleeve knocking you to your knees as busy as a bee on the flip side squeeze chewing the tobacco so sound the alarm got bones full grown as in a fat blunt the chunks a little runt & it smells like a skunk in the business of rap you got to go in for the kill many sit back and take a chill pill let us no for sure what's the deal Yeah my crib is a second heaven not a one stop shopping event at your local seven eleven hit me with fat beats that jump got junk in my trunk smoking fat blunts take a walk with me through the passage of time heros can be so fake & blind now i'm done with this rhyme & that's fine