My Crib

A look inside we got nothing to hide.

My Crib

　

Just chilling in my zone and I'm home alone

got me in the zone

man it used to be a blast from my past when peeps did rap

now a days they given me a heart attach

got these freaks in my sheets on the edge of my peak

the bounce of the ounce & I take this sucker higher

blown up in full desire

when I look in the mirror my face is getting clearer

sound the alarm cause my smoke got no filter

it used to mean something when you pray

today you insist it ought not be that way

can't even dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought

one of Grandmaster Flash's own gets busted for murder

is it ain't no wonder we got to much time on our hands

now I can stand on my own two feet

while the earth crumbles this is no place no meet & greet

In my crib you can really rest

While the crazy world outside is in some kind of test

I write my raps on a crystal sleeve

knocking you to your knees as busy as a bee

on the flip side squeeze

chewing the tobacco so sound the alarm

got bones full grown as in a fat blunt

the chunks a little runt & it smells like a skunk

in the business of rap you got to go in for the kill

many sit back and take a chill pill

let us no for sure what's the deal

Yeah my crib is a second heaven

not a one stop shopping event at your local seven eleven

hit me with fat beats that jump

got junk in my trunk smoking fat blunts

take a walk with me through the passage of time

heros can be so fake & blind

now i'm done with this rhyme & that's fine