VERBAL INTERCOURSE

Verse 1: Verbal Intercourse/ stick to moving’ in with force/ keeping the crowd moving improving every show to show we been the source/ I see the young boys emulating the mixtapes/ simulating the hits aint how you get the title of original/ we did this to encourage your creative mind/ step outside what people say and find out what you’re really like/ it aint thug, it aint close to gangsta/ and you talk about you’re ballin’ but ya flow so bankrupt/ I say no thank ya, /‘cause coppin’ ya CD is such a waste of my dime/ that even talking ‘bout it seems to be a waste of my time/ my time is money and my daughters need a place to recline/ aint nothing funny you’se a dummy if you think I don’t grind.

Verse2: I’m prime time I rhyme, shine, finesse/ my flavor is second nature like stars smiling for press/ if you expecting better expect better than best/ never the less, forever the most with least stress/ I’m dope, you need rest well into my second wind/ the second my pen spills another chapter begins/ who knew that that could be him/ same dude with the old jeans, use to ride the 23 laughing at old pheens/ hold dreams close like dear life to ropes/ hanging from bridges you get it I’m here spice the roast/ so I can have something to snack with emcees/ these rappers light weight like vegans on ten speeds/

Verse3: Mic check step on the digitech/ I’m vicious with it. Get it? The critics won’t understand/ I’m hand to hand deep in the trenches defend the fam/ I’m tryna’ quit meat but what they put in the lamb/ I do what I wanna do it’s kind of the way I am/ care less about ya talk, pay more attention to walk/ ‘cause everybody got they two cents/ what nuisance I got a new sense that say let’s jam/ quit work make music and listen to talk radio/ ‘cause everybody gotta know what’s going on/ and every fighting spirit need a soldier song/ but cowards get disrespected like hoes in thongs/ we go