Sweet Love

"Don't make me suffer guide me
 Guide me baby to my friends and oooh"
 1: Verbal Kent
 I bet a rapper say "uncle"
 Cousin and twisting his arm, wasn't a struggle
 A hater make my day like Eastwood
 But we good cause I'm busy frying Moby Dick
 No sense crying over milk spilt
 Yeah, a 16 assassin
 Oswald on the pad with the pen doing it rapping
 If we happen to cross paths
 You better hope a fork leads the other way away from me
 Cause I brought forks
 I'm on the porch celebrating
 Getting elevated
 That ain't lemonade
 Something heavyweight and medicated
 Each verse dedicated to a hater thought I'd never make it
 Make him take it back
 Eat words, alphabet soup
 Used to press my own discs up, tried to recoup
 Slang 'em two for one outside of my stoup
 As soon as ten moved, I headed to the top of the flat
 On the roof I'm blowing smoke rings from skunk weed outside of a loop
 Verbal Kent
 You better give me
 "Sweet love"
 Yeah, that's what you better give me
 Hate on me and your homie start pouring out the Henny
 Better show me
 "Sweet love"
 Or I'ma show you what I've been through
 All my pain and suffering, something we could get into
 Give me
 "Sweet love"
 Or I'ma give you hate right back
 Bottle to the face, have a night cap
 You know what I need
 "Sweet love"
 Yeah, blow a rapper kisses
 Handshakes and pounds, not disses
 2: Red Pill
 Now tell me why the bartender's giving me free drinks
 And yet he's taxing you a dollar for that water out that sink
 Cause we got that shit locked and we got that hip hop
 That gets props
 Doing everything your shit's not
 That dude that talks the most ain't really doing shit
 That's why I'm sitting at a show alone instead of moving lips
 You rappers sucking blogger dicks
 I'm chilling with some journalists watching you perform and talking shit
 So let me give you a bit of critical analysis
 That way you hold that microphone is on some phallic shit
 That malice grip you got is known for causing calluses
 That way you clutching on that tip is looking hazardous
 And you're not packing shit, the club or a gun
 Don't give a fuck about your crew a fuck where you're from
 Sit your angry ass down and let me show you
 Uh, how to make the crowd get to know you
 Motherfucker what's up?