Themba Ntaka - "I'm going in"-type of rappers need to take a time out lyrics

[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] My religious references leave agnostics cross As substance insinuations make fiends impatient Swimming in solitude Execute the stomach stroke Blunders fall onto heirs like unwanted growth Intravenous friend becomes a part of the blood oath Poke into concealed tales that smell like parables His face is on the post With toes to the meet the bottom of a mora** When he hits the North he'll learn to play instruments of bra** These words aren't jazzed cause I'm dizzy Teeter on a plume of fizzy pop songs Want a play on words, I'm dealing words to play with Dick,coochie, or maybe sports lazy p**y Dove in my mouth She really did that Being 'bad' left this funny taste in my keepsake I will never pick up a SAT book Those black and white lines make rays on the textbook page