I'm f***ed up listening to Overmono
I'm over your tone no mono
I'm mono that means I'm solo dolo
And I'm smoking p****es no h***

(Grime)

yam that nyash and dash i’m fly like nyan cat

eat that s*** up like scacchiata crash it and dance like i’m doing bachata
they’ll never catch me ciabatta
don’t interact in the field
that’s some dark matter
Opps gotta obey the rent control
no shortage i stay in their heads without parole

Nah this can't get bottom paged

Nobody’s happy about the way I reacted?
Am I the one who didn’t like the pit bull yappin, proceeded to firebomb the laundromat then, running out the back, got aired out with the automatic?

It’s my fault that I’m on the steps just laughing? Marveling at the fact that lawyers somehow landed the triple backflip and got the names posthumously redacted? Considering it’s the Post, that’s modern magic!

Hold up, they call me semen
(why?) because I don't see men
(hold up) because I'm the demon
(ok) I Charlie Sheen them

In stereo like I mixed the verse
This h****over mono- but he's kissin' dirt
The full moon got Flizzy turnt
But I'm the silverback who killed the wolf
Cold cases, missin' perps, no faces
Got the 9 on him; I'll put this 6 in rotation, no playlist

it's all I know

Today's Topic:

RELAXATION

Good morning USA
I got a feeling that it's gonna be a wonderful day
The sun in the sky has a smile on his face
And he's shining a salute to the American race
Oh, boy, it's swell to say
Good morning USA!
(Good morning USA!)
Good morning USA
I got a feeling that it's gonna be a wonderful day
The sun in the sky has a smile on his face
And he's shining a salute to the American race
Oh, boy, it's swell to say
Good morning USA!
(Good morning USA!)

Rappers clothes minded, new fashioned
I'd take em out but it's relax fit; I'm inelastic
The XXL talent pageant was magic
Put a whole crowd to sleep with some whack s***
The white rabbit, go ask Alice
B**** touch hares like she got black friends, as if
I'm at the cabin, come catch me lackin'
Wish he wood, I'd axe him, whole industry saplings
The whole industry cappin', I dubbed over the captions
Baby sitter slasher; this baby s*** got us nappin'

Chillin' on the beach, sand between my toes,
The sun's shining bright, and the ocean flows.
I'm feeling the vibes, got my shades on my face,
Breezy palm trees swaying, it's a perfect place.

I'm sippin' on piña colada, feeling so sublime,
The rhythm of the waves, keeping me in time.
Surfboards riding, catching waves with style,
Beach volleyball games, everyone's got a smile.

Bikinis and boardshorts, colorful and bold,
The sun-kissed bodies, a sight to behold.
Seagulls soaring above, searching for a treat,
While I'm kickin' back, jammin' to the beat.

The salty air kisses my skin, so fresh and pure,
As I explore the shoreline, my spirit does endure.
Sandcastles rising, a work of art so grand,
I'm soaking up the bliss, ain't it just so grand?

The horizon stretches far, into eternity,
This beach, my sanctuary, a place of serenity.
With each crashing wave, worries start to fade,
In this paradise, true freedom is conveyed.

So, I'll soak up the sun, embrace the ocean's roar,
On this beach, my heart finds solace, forevermore.
I'll cherish these moments, these memories we make,
In this rap about the beach, the joy it will take.

Damn I was about to pull from difficult stuff but maybe it'll be good to draw from a different well

I got everything like a pu pu platter
b**** thick, face ugly mind over matter

clip on the gun long like i stuck my d*** in it

first day i win a grammy imma take a piss in it

yall smoke project grass i be smokin big spinach

yah i love all my hoes yah cause im a big feminist

they say im not hood cause i stay in the valley
they say i never been in the alley
i tell them cats HUH i been in the alley
22s on the truck uh living it up

body on beans
beans on my mind
thirty two levels
pride is the devil

Chrysler, Invicta, Izod
Your pride can't blind God
Poor dad, rich dad, some frauds
That's how you raise a facade
Dave Ramsey here in my garage
See a country club in a mirage
Debt up to the eyeballs
People rise, people fall
Bucket of crab claws applause
Buttered up for the cause

My job is relaxing I’m cleaning pools in the sun
Sometimes I get to see a chick with nice buns

Oh you’re bored of the pen? Go ahead, put on a movie then
(we can watch the Pauly Shore war film that Paul Mooney’s in)
or if you prefer, we can debate the merits of records by Brand Nubian,
Often rude and truly aloof with friends, I’m not a solid state with mass,
I’m a vaporous gas that expands fast to fill any room we’re in

hasbullah finger wag,
fidgeting his digits
small on the screen
like he was a widget

cold

P**** is the best meal, its an all you can eat buffet

I hate hoes, Ann Coulter
I hate niggas, Ann Coulter
I love religion, Ann Coulter
JJ Evans, my b**** look like

Ann Coulter

I say I’m Blowin big smoke, eyes low, brain where my heart go, all your hoes, chains, and raps hoax