Hiatus?

Aye

Look-

I’m here, the lights on-I’m ready to sin,

Coming from-humble beginnings, developed the pen,

Into a weapon that formed, against you,

Ready to dismiss-no issue, but,

I know, I know, I been gone too long,

Page been cold, left with no songs for you-to sing along to,

Well, the magicians appeared, ready to-compose the music-you ready? Let’s dooooo-it!

Back on the mission, my bags are packed,

Pistols are clean-my mags are stacked,

So whatever comes afterwards is trash in fact,

(My bad…)

I know I’m just stating the passive facts,

The type shit we look back-and laugh at that,

Like led beltbuckles-SnapBack caps,

Or-Motorolas and half off snacks

Aye!

You feeling me dawg?-you feeling the style?!

I ain’t been feeling this way in while,

Kick back, grab a beer and let my thoughts go wild,

The star child, fully grown now-my hair grown out-the oldest son-boy, I care nothin bout-

Anything!-nah, I’m kidding though-

Just peep the flow, this old school pro-

(WHAT?!)

Joking around, the class clown-making you smile,

Girl, stop pretending like you can’t you down