Sloppy on the Carlo Rossi
Eye balls glossy
Slapping the bag, toss me the franzio
As I start to go, I start to roll
Class one aficionado
Call this braggadocio flow
I hit the lotto, like I'm rabbit
No dollars in my pocket, still I have it,
Like I steal, not the flow,
I kill
My paycheck,
I spend it in a minute,
I should get a second part time,
But my times been filling,
With no chilling,
Like in a oven, filled with something
Heated beat making, and the stunting,
Never fronting,
No you never fronting on me,
I know what I can be,
I believe - in my,
Capability to rhyme - all the time,
24/7 til I die,
And in heaven I'll still write, like a Typer,
Then freestyle at the cypher, with the highest and the higher
Reap the fruits of my labor,
Cause you know ain't nothing riper,
Not the paper, not the header of the fader, not even killing all your haters,
Gotta find another way,
I can't stand doing the same,
As all these other lames, living in they
Yesterday's,
I gotta change,
And it's gotta be today
On his 2nd LP, the great Buffalo rapper King Ralph serves up 17 more tracks recalling the Golden Age, aided by Elcamino & more. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 12, 2021