[Verse: Slacks]
Welcome back to the rap classic, Slacks smash-hit
With the battery-acid spit attack magic
Doing back-flips with the mental gymnastics
Fact is, the easy cliches attraction is massive
So I'm spreading on the mass thick
(Ooh)
And her black leggings elastic
I switch up and I grab it
I’m a rabbit with the hat-trick
Simple, yet a tad-bit excessive
I'm bad but impressive
Oh my bad, that's aggressive
Don’t tarnish what I said when your head an Excedrin
I blend with the best because you guessed it, I'm blessed with
The curse of perfection
The birth of invention
I'ma learn you a lesson
Ain't you heard of the western?
Smith and Wesson add some tension
To the herd, if you ain't fed them
Kick them to the curb if they ain't brethren
The way I heard was the method
I learned the word is the weapon
Primed explosive armageddon
Verses reversing the works of armed felons
I know it hurts, what's worse, your heart heavy like melon
Let it go, live and grow, I know your ass is ready
But don't forget the world is cold, there’s more out there, be steady
More what? More fucks to give and plenty
Rough ruts to dig out of (Unh, unh, yeah dig it)
Tough nuts to the shit you’re proud of (Come on fuck with it)
Because pride will kill us off, it ain't allowed in
Now the painters pouting, because the haters shouting
And the rainbows crowding his gray
And the faint glow of his day, ain’t peaking through no rays
Cain't seem to do no great
In this world made of clay, aren't we made to create?
(Aren't we made to create?)
And relate, who’s to say? Aren't we all tied to this place?
So why argue over race? Feel sorry for our pace?
Except in the face, of the broken and erased
Let doors open become gates you can pass at your own rates
Ask the class, ask your mates, who is left to answer faith?
Not just flying spaghetti, and not just holy bible
Not quite Mario Andretti, or any one idol
Because if we knew we were God, then there'd be no need for rivals
And if I'm saying a lot, lay down with blue pill and stifle
I desire a rifle because this disciple going prideful
I'm on fire, Ghost Rider
No ghostwriter, or a co-host writer, this is your host writer
A host of your favorite rappers is jokers who's going quiet
And I know it's disappointing but you gotta know it's right
Aim the sights, and keep the trigger squeezing tight
From your mind to it's eye to your eyes to your target
Ignite your light and let them know that they sparked it
Ain't dark shit, or stark shit, start picking your perspective
Stick to any one direction, not like the band, now they're solo
So discretion is in tact and the fans haven't lessened
No one gone, up and left them
Impressive, but hold up, now that you mention...
{Outro: Slacks]
See there, I disappeared to another dimension
You wondered where I went during that four count suspension
I know there's no point to mention it but before it's irrelevant
Let me hear you say you missed me
Ha, I'm just kidding
I don't F with U, my pseudonym ain't Kid Ink, ha
I love the color blue, but my Blueprint's always been Pink
And I could've been free, if I wasn't ever with Tink
I would've went away with Wendy
But I said fuck a happy ending
On who, am I depending?