[Street Hymns]
[Verse: 1}
Put on yo thinkin' caps
I'm the type make you bring it back
I'm the type to think in caps
Using big words
When it come to bars if you surely use your temple you can see why I ain't get to buzzin
They ain't getting' nuthin. Shirley Temple tappin' to my mind you should get a compa**
North, South, East, Mitchell West. Both parents put the pen to somethin'
So it's in my jeans that got handed down, if I brain storm I could get to floodin'
If I'm huntin' (blat blat bang) call me century cause I keep it gunnin'
If discussin' (tic toc bang) call me century, I keep it 100
In battlin' I could face cards with the greats but ya'll still think I'm bluffin'
They ain't fond of me, but I'm still something' like a G.O.A.T. you can call me Mr. Tumas
Slow & Steady I ain't with the rushin'
Take my time cause I'm livin it vigilant
I have unlimited pills off of limitless dealin, mixin for a deal and it's diligent
They say I'm only a lyricist that cannot k** a hit
Game full of puppets. Their limited
Keep on talkin' out the side of ya mouth, dummy I put the trill in ventriloquist
I listen to Alliyah when it rains I'm missing you
R-I-P ta Robert Davis, I'm missing screwed
Like my brain, I'm insane, studio is the institute
Put in crazy work. Wear a stray jacket like a business suit
C. Burris
[Verse: 2]
Ki'Shon Furlow
[Verse: 3]
Put on yo thinkin' caps
I'm the type make you bring it back
That's a type writer
Find a diamond at the end of every line
I'm a kite flyer
Pals hatin' spot em' like a dalmatian
I be wit my dogs like I fight fires
It's a trip bruh, cause all these cats, got me mixed up
Something like ligers
I am quite tired, to these [?] squires
Ringing over heads like a court jester
Make em' gravel, cause I'm from a city. Where they bangin hammers
That's a court gesture
Polish flows yeah, anybody going hardwood
That's the court texture
Message that I'm sendin', got they heads spinnin'
Yeah homie I'm a vortexer
Rollin' like [?] I'm been knowin' [?]
Blowin' like a fan, I been knowin' breeze
I [?]
My shining necklace
Either way you check it, I been knowing bling
Ride up and blast and don't have to premedidate
Fly to the ma**es I raptured these featherweights
Shon wit the bars like I'm rappin' at heavens gates
I rep my city I have to be delicate
The deli was open, I chop up the beef and get ready to serve a hater
I'm Delevadova, one look at me ballin', know I'm from the dirty playa
And me I been rappin' since cashmere had em' doin' the perculator
It's music for the free, that don't mean you don't have to return the favor