28 Grams

I don't sip lean
 But I love the color purple pine in papyrus got me slower than a I ain't saying that
 Galapagos my flow evolves every time you play it back
 The ones that hate the most make mostly a spectacle
 Usually they suck like the cups on some tentacles
 How much talent can one person carry
 You can save the king title I'm a mercenary
 The Duke of Dick
 The Don of Dingaling
 The walls were up and I can feel them weakening
 You hating turn the page I'm sure I'll break the next reader
 Shell shock you make you rattle like an eggbeater
 Now I'm on a roll like an armadillo downhill
 Kayaking flow rough waters you might drown here
 Four Score and Seven years ago I decided it was crucial not to hear these hoes
 I had too many of em, my life was cluttered
 Give me butter with a knife ill cut the knife with butter
 Wise as a Shogun
 Slide meat in those buns
 Beat it till she cramps up, twitches, and her nose runs
 Planted balls deep in your memory foam
 Fantastic you cum of muscle memory alone
 So before you mosey on down that old dusty trail
 Please back it up slowly like moon walking snail
 28 Grams
 27 left, know just what to do with it
 28 Grams
 Riding thru the city with a dame that used to this
 28 Grams
 Make the rest disappear in a flash like an illusionist
 28 Grams
 More ounce to the bounce burn it all go thru with it
 Make this shit look too easy
 Because I'm blessed like I'm sneezing
 That's Fa sho, that's fasheezy, a wizard like Ronald Weasley
 Untamed gorilla like Weezy
 Don't be so sleazy and creepy
 You give me the Heeby Jeebies
 You best back back, give me 10 feet
 Sign my name on the dotted line
 Lyrically inclined
 Spitting divine rhymes
 Greatest of all time
 Grandeur of the grime
 Connoisseur of the crime
 I'm like Achilles in his prime
 With Patroclus on my mind
 Is it destiny or design
 My flow is lethal
 While I tinkle and drop fecal on swine and sheeple
 Illuminated like Big Dipper I shine and twinkle
 San City Savior, The last hope, The last hero
 A bad man, with good intentions, I'm Magneto
 On point like steeples on cathedrals filled up with people
 Hol' Up
 Loud 'cause that Benz diesel
 Pockets on Vin diesel
 Your efforts look feeble
 This is art with no easel
 Life's a movie no Regal
 Peddle the hood like I'm Debo
 I beat up beats on a beach, call me Steven Seagull
 I kiss that P in Paris
 Go balls deep like them kegals
 I leave her ass in the fetal
 And then I crash like Knievel
 Hol' Up
 Throwed
 I'm throwed in the game
 I'm coming down slow
 My trunk full of bang
 Haha, yea, this that
 28 Grams
 27 left, know just what to do with it
 28 Grams
 Riding thru the city with a dame that used to this
 28 Grams
 Make the rest disappear in a flash like an illusionist
 28 Grams
 More ounce to the bounce burn it all go thru with it