
I need a doctorate to figure out what he talking about
Does anyone know
Squeaky Hinge
[Verse 1:Mach-Hommy]
What’s pocket change?
What’s house money?
What’s stock exchange, all I know is clout dummy
What poppin’ mane?
I be down south that’s where the high curry [?] in my scalp
How can I not worry?
Air conditioning in a spot requires sound, this is a library
Lie down
Take your shoes off, your socks dirty
Take your socks off, your feet stink
Let’s rethink
Selling rocks, more for me king
Step in the store, see the elephant man on the wall
Ganesha on the door
See the killer who ran on the law
One hand on the Sau’, saw dust
A pile on the floor
Mommy’s on your tour bus, a stylish couture
Mach-Hommy must of saw something inside of his core
Everybody got it for the cheap
He got it for more
Mach-Hommy must of saw something inside of his core
Everybody got it for the cheap
He got it for more
[Hook]
Why the fukk you think a nikka go dumb? (Dumb)
I be on that [?]
Why the fukk you think a nikka don’t speak? (Speak)
Yall be on that convo, I be [?]
Why the fukk you think a nikka go far? (Far)
I be on that fronto, I be rolling [?]
Why the fukk you think a nikka don’t sleep? (Sleep)
Yall be in that blindfold, I be wanting [?]
[Verse 2]
The sidewalks he walked was fought with peril
High awkward and thorough, the K9 was barking, [?]
The smell of death was nigh
[?] from apartment to apartment where the echelon climb up put pajamas on the target
Where the gentrified got to put they houses on the market
Where the restaurant china ship
What kind of shyt, it’s the way the diner’s tip when only serving one kind of dish
The politics, pork barrel and the promises
The [?] hit, [?] narrow and the widening
The hot momma in the bordello with designer thin
The wholesale buyer blow drying all the opposites
The folk tale giant, dope buyer and [?]
If the rope gets tighter, don’t lie is they gon’ call us some low liars?
I swore the politician swore it’s oath by it
If the rope gets tighter, don’t lie is they gon’ call us some low liars?
DUMP GAWD