They hearin' footsteps in the dark like Isleys
If you was me and I was you, I wouldn't try me
It's a art to foldin' paper, origami
Not a paper chaser, spendin' paper made off a Ponzi
I got time today, might write a rhyme today
The way I rhyme, perfect time to make a rapper rhymin' throw his rhymes away
I ain't the kind to feel some kind of way
This ain't that kind of play
But, this kind of pay could feed a child with just a dime a day
I mean the time ain't time linin'
Every line is not a line and so I line him like he Frankie Lyman blowin' lines of yay'
My consent is your consignment, the assignment is obey
Can you do this while I'm rhymin'?
Call me Simon when I say (Simon says)
I'm cool as O'Shea, got ice up in the tray
Them MIA's got heat risin' like the climate in LA
Y'all gon' pick defeat tryin'
Dog, and diamonds led astray
Bring the pain to shake it off
Pop the cork and let it spray
Catch a stray, you a body, ayy
Don't be somebody prey
Chef soufflé (Yep), that's probably Rae'
Could be Bobby Flay
Johnny Blaze and Rome Streetz
Bosses, we on beats
In fact, that Johnny blaze if you ever roam on the wrong streets