...last time i woke up leanin on granny fence

told her i met malcolm she said “boy chu make no sense”

said assata rolled up she said “boy chu high ”

said Huey gave me a plan she said “stop tellin lies”

but that runt don’t miss...

....now i’m back on tilt...

mind in a twist from a rillo too fat

sittin in a room fulla legends of rap

can’t feel my feet whole sky off track

heard 'em all speak lemme tellchu bout that

first one through gold teeth on beam

Pimp C in fur like he dipped outta lean-stream

said “boy you rappin or jus tryna be seen”

i said “both i spit how it come ya feel ?”

he said “bet then don't chase no playlist”

“talk slow swing hard give 'em that bass hit”

he passed me a flask said “sip for truth”

i said “this lean?” he said “nah that’s roots”

then Slim showed up in a Reeboks scuffin

said “chu rhyme clean but it ain’t say nothin”

“don’t rap ‘bout the trap unless ya heart got cracks”

"don’t speak on blocks if you ran off maps”

he lit one up said “truth don’t blink”

i said “what if they don’t listen?” he said “then think”

“hit ‘em raw make ‘em feel erry damn thang”

mind on swirl like syrup in a cup

Pimp said “talk slow don’t rush it young buck”

Slim said “write like you know that cost”

kept zootin thru time but dont feel lost

Moe came wit a note in his grill

singin half a hook whole room went still

said “rap gotta lean not limp?”

““give ‘em glide widdit let hurt shift ya dig?’”

he played me a loop said “bounce that shit”

Moe said “slide easy don’t choke the flow”

“feel the groove let it ride slow”

then Boo stood up from where she sat

said “boy you write but you hold shit back”

“why all yo bars scared like that

why none spit truth?

why none come from chest?

why yo pain talk soft like it scared to confess?”

she pressed “You scared to bleed but that’s how you heal”

I said “Whole block watchin’ gotta watch how I feel”

she said "whole block be watchin yeah

so dont jus try

talk real or stay stuck in a lie”

head feel sideways brain took a trip

moe said “glide let the hurt just drift”

boo said “make ‘em flinch when you speak”

hearin granny voice say “damn you reek"

last stop hit like a tape rewind

fat pat floatin on a freestyle line

said “boy they don’t rap they recycle breath”

“you gone write new life or just echo death?”

he passed me a mic shaped like a pistol

said “shoot shots that the fakes can’t whistle”

“make ‘em move but don’t move too far”

“the porch still holy even next to a bar”

Bill walked in no blink one eye

said “talk what’s real not what sound fly”

“they don’t feel nothin when you clean it up”

“they don’t trust rap that don’t bleed enough”

i said “they scared” he said “you too”

i said “what if i break?” he said “then do”

“ain’t no healing without runnin through it”

and with a blink I slid felt that hard reset...

mind gone bent in a crooked frame

Pat said “build new don’t write the same”

Bill said “you talkin safe? I’m out”

woke up eyes crusty and wit cotton mouth

granny said “boy chu high again?”

i said “Pimp C said preach through the pen”

she said “he preach bills too?” i said “nah just truth”

she said “then mop while you speak to the booth”..