oldjive



folding to the vices,

scolding bros for the hoes,

she off the clothes, she knows,

he's dope, spittin coke, no float,



stroll with the lakes,

waving no to the fakes,

slow motion the days be going,

when I'm getting no play,



but aye,

it's all gravy,

fresh grave for you

flow spanking,

no evading, blaze ya brain to this, equip the flame,



sway away from dung,

replay his play with the punches,

drum munching, stun ya function,

encased layered in tungsten,



funk is never flunking,

spunky with the word chops and,

verb popping,

purge hot shit,

flirting bops in,

for the cock to jock,



they flocking since he hopping in they eyes,

drop em after topping him don't even say bye

aded



priorities criss crossed,

the shits awful,

blue skies, as I cruise and ride,

sandpaper and tree bark particles,

isolated from the bros who weed spark,



flow is deep, I see sharks,

creeping on the beat, start to peep

the peeps are sleep aww shit,



I ain't shit yet,

fuck it im bumping dipset,

niggas living for the web tryna cop six legs extra,

im hearing no progression, prolly need an intervention,



sound lazy, frowning jaded cuz im feeling stagnant,

some days I contemplate actions and plans to meet Casper,

but when I'm ghosting, it's permanent not for pertinence,

It'll rain make it the greyest day for my service,

and I'm, not joking, just leave me to be emo,

10 minutes give me the beat I'll treat it like debo,

or Tom Lister on a Friday, underneath a highway,

hearing cars go by, aye, leave me alone



50 winters

dark days in your soon future,

trust your doom is gruesome,

I peep the fools lucid,

cams jams prolly the most rancid ever,

sequence the letters to commence a stanza ransom letter,



double I and myself came to fry like fish skillets,

drip illest spit, rip niggas for the skrilla,

quit the jig is up, cease the false flexing,

lost respect for you and your set since you talked reckless,



do this in my sleep, so I floss resting,

ya posse hurt since you rocking skirts and cross dressing,

the kid is calm but when he write an ember is ignited,

finishing scribing drop a snippet got his listeners excited,



mind icy intentions frigid as 50 winters,

always coat dope in his rap like what a hippie hitting,

so slick he can get a chick to equip his stick,

with a simple script the gimps limping super to quick to dip,

out