Poll Underground Classic Chronicles: Rawkus Records & The Lyricist Lounge Show

[Bed$tuy🇭🇹]

Raw creation
My nation is trapped, packed like animals
Hannibal cannibals
Lurkin in streets which are flammable
A rastless, hustler's aimin
For the intangible, me
I'm too deep, checkin if beats are compatible
Brain let off shots, body counts become plural
Hand me a mic, I paint a picture on your mural
Vision of streets, so much blood
We need peroxide
Never on the cop's side
Since my man's pops died
Nothing's correct to life it's lopside
And cockeyed
I ain't Popeye
So why front hard, to make my Glock hot
Thoughts react to the impossible
Kill the profitable
Constable obstacles
Haunt me like my future in a hospital
Until them days
My ways'll be unstoppable
Undroppable, undodgeable
Mainly focus illogical
To know it to show it the poet
Grab the Moët
I blow it before I flow it
Topics I sew it
Pockets I dought it
Legitimate cash is the only thing I cream
So the knowledge I fiend
Until I raise my seed
Too much greed exceeds
Leaves the next man to bleed
Little kids don't read
They're out of touch with weed
So I proceed
To make you hear it, just to lead you
With spirits of lyrics
Cause I need you