[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman]
You'll never catch boy Sand with the "also rans"
Fuck, shit, and also damn
The crisis been averted
Verdict set a murderer scott-free
Yo, how do people listen to these rappers that's not me?
Tut and I would argue over the best tomb
But all I ever got was a flesh wound
Mostly do to box jumps, tap water, and fresh fruit
Combined with never planning my next move
Dude
No small feat, season tickets, and floor seats
To everything that's under the sun
And if you ever hear someone say I rap off beat
That motherfucker is dumb
Rated R, shredding gnar, pull a card from a packed sleeve
Like Sonny in the bar, now yous can't leave
Courtesy of MDs, inside lane at the track meet
Top speed, sweatin' our back vaccines
Welcome to actually
Main street, top of the pile
Take your jacket off, stay for a while
You can sleep on the couch, beyond the shadow of a reasonable doubt, but brush your teeth and wipe your feet before you step in the house
Such is the basis of the grace and refinement
I'm lookin' for somethin', I'll know what when I find it
Doggy dog world, time to piss on a hydrant
Gather round kids, as I squeeze coal into a diamond
Knock stars into alignment, spring into action any minute
And administer a total stranger to Heimlich
I'm more good for the environment than a hybrid
I had a plan to meet weakness with kindness
But motherfuckers is mindless
Typical simpleton political scientists
At least I still get to sign tits
At most its gamuts of the daggers and coats
And couple cutlasses for cuttin' it close
I find I look less often at the homemade porn on my phone, maybe now I can pull a sword outta stone
Or maybe there's no correlation, which is often the case
On any call, they could be runnin' a trace
So I'm ready for 'em, that goes for any forum