Everyone shut up!,
Hey,
yo dragon, push some fire!,
Cryptic.

Yo,
maybe they might listen.

If I rap like a retarded fool,
maybe they might listen.

Maybe they might listen.

Yo,
if I care,
don't lean there.

Maybe they might listen.

They know, listen.

Listen.

Listen.

Back again, got an episode, I'ma back again.

Rap again.

Where will I blow up?,
Both that depends.

On the count of if I rap for truth or rap for trance.

I can tell you though,
my biggest fans are all my friends.

No offense to the homies that are supposedly running the game.

I'm coming for you again.

I'll kill you, what will depend?,
The rap get piano reaps.

Mr.

Producer play the piano keys.

Oh wait,
I produced this track and made the art and wrote it like Noah's Ark.

I got a bunch of enemies inside of me.

Sorry, but I had to show you this side of me.

They call me a frustrated up,
call me a rapper.

On the playlist, they got bummy rappers.

We got comedians rapping now,
funny rappers.

So maybe if I rap like them,
I guess well, maybe they might listen.

Yo,
if I rap like a retarded fool,
maybe they might listen.

And now listen.

Listen.

Listen.

There's no man, call me this, call me get danger.

Bottom line is that I'm never going to change coins.

Keep it two cents,
I'm paid.

You better know I'm by the pot, pump like champagne.

Pop the same key with the same pain,
but maybe they might listen.

Yeah,
if I rap like a retarded fool,
maybe they might listen.

Yeah,
yeah,
maybe I might listen.

Yeah,
if I get all in there,
maybe they might listen.

And now listen, listen,
listen.

Hey,
maybe they might listen,
man.

Maybe, maybe they might listen if it's fish this up.

Yeah.

I didn't really think I was done,
yeah.

Because I'm not.

It's your ghostwriter's ghostwriter.

Yo, Cryptic, what up?,
Yeah.

AKA EO Cosby.

Let us measure the skill set and examine it.

How many rappers can make it without their management?,
How many rappers claim fire but really candles lit?,
And I'm a poet,
I bury them in my sentences.

Spit at you, litchy, every time that I'm dropping.

Color coded it, dilated like hops and black with the red lining.

Leave you with lesser options.

Been a daddy to you,
now I'ma put you up for adoption.

Look,
I'm never one to start a petty war with.

My wherewithal is from KTK and you need a morphin.

Henendorfins, I'm peaceful, don't think I'm war endorsing.

And watch an angel pour blood in rivers to signal horsemen.

My float cold,
leave him sycamore,
like a Jewish orphan.

Yo,
Ayo Zacchaeus,
make your way down here.

I got some wisdom for you.

Yeah.

So don't you stray down here.

Give everything that you got to the poor and don't be puzzled.

The ones who bark carelessly need them a proper muzzle.

The word hustle, I get it.

You use it to find some purpose.

Put some hands to the plow and work,
that's better service.

If every service I'm lurking with scissors to be a surgeon.

For certain, I'll cut an ear off and van go with all the worth.

Yeah.

And every painting has a painter with colored hurt.

They told me black is just ugly,
and nothing even worthy.

Until he gave me a proper sign through his love and mercy.

I know I killed my way to this moment hoping they might just listen.

Who knew reciting these bars as a Christian would get people set free from their prisons?,
Yeah.