Versetile the Prodigy - Throwback

This here is a throwback
And I hope you know
When the road gets cold you won't find me frozen
I get My Rest
I still have growing to do
My son has a guide to a grown man
He won't choke on the fumes
And the word is in the bond of the
Ra from Oakland salute
Yoke up the dude that has managed an assault on my youth
Motion to move
Only after intro concludes
When I rock so hard it's like the hops on parched
With a talk show started
Just to watch with a bit of liquor
Meant to split ya diagonally just to get the picture
I been crafting a masters thesis with quick precision
I would get a degree for this if I get permission
I'm 500 degrees Celsius with persistence
To keep it heating and drink it right in the hemoglobin
Clean and keen with distinct emotion and no erosion
Give a hand to the gentle man with a mental span
Infinite scribble pass from a pen and pad to a crimson dad
Bump my head until I make a path
I'm really trynna get up in my zone
You all up in my way
I'm not about to chase
I got somewhere to be
With a pocket full of change
You could take a walk with me
But the journeys A to B
And then we can C and D

Written by:
Raushon Chapman

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