Baraka, the Mortician - Clone Wars

These niggas is wack
Just dreds and some tats they cant really rap

They quality "meh"
They claiming they trap ion bout that

But fuck allothat
I grab me a mic and then murder a track

And then i spin back
They hitting rewind cuz they knowin it slap

Im perfecting my craft tryna get me a bag
Dexter i spend all my time in the lab
Was ahead of my peers and the smartest in class
I'm cooking some tunes that'll hopefully last
Jotting the recipe down on my pad
This dope shit i'm making cause a relapse
Hopin its fast, like an asian with math
Get hip-hop hooked back on that dope shit we had

She like when Im using the skills of my tongue
Eat pussy and beats, they are each very fun
Playin my songs as im makin her cum
She hang on my word till my sentence is done
Smoke all the time cuz it strengthens my lungs
Don't need to punch in, imma do it in one
An alien hangin with humans for fun
Reborn on this Earth i'm the prodigal son

Who'll spit till he filling some stands up
See a crowd of fans with they hands up
Till i'm getting paid and my bands up
The green on me like the Lantern
I'll be John Stewart with the cash boy
Dressing rich like some ranch boy
Smoking on exotic grams boy
This just the start of my plans boy

So imma keep spittin these wonderful writtens
The viscous thick liquid that flows from my pen tip
Imprinted within its a demon existence, I try to resist it
I'm standing just inches, away from the edge and the voices persistent

They're telling me kill shit, The feelings so tempting
Stir up some mischief with a mic and start ripping
Like Jack and attack with the sickness I have  

Written by:
Justin Mullin Baraka

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