I keep @bay on the bottom floor, guarding a utensil n it's not a fork,
Spoon god for sure, but in the 80s my Dad could not afford a commodore,
NWA - would've still been hard in '91,
Went from not affording a 64 to driving one,
as for commodores, my grandad used to fly in one,
for me n-a-commodore, I'm either hearing, or, writing one,
I tread a fine line between a one-off spectacle & nonsensical,
Some dudes destined to suck dick in jail since birth its congenital,
The last time I held another persons pipe, non consensual,
Was when I didn't get the base I hoped for at a rock festival,
20's life, mental, frantic, a mess of magic,
I wouldn't do it again, cuz I still do it now & I'm better at it,
Tweaked so much I may aswell be a perfection addict,
if they say I lost it they can fuck off cuz I never had it,
This vibes a belt below your shoulder, needle loaded with dark tan,
Flow so dope it's sold with doses of Narcan,
In a moment have you go from comatosed in a parked van,
To going nuts at 180 like a jovial darts fan,
AYYOOOOO CEEELPH!
You know we be respecting ya pen,
UK Gov - I've sent ya too many PMs,
But we're doing a lil mixtape, if ya down message me then,
I don't wanna see Taut endin without flexin again
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