Stone’s Throw

Yeah hold up, hey now, the beast in me
Is no longer sleeping, it wants to eat emcees
So I let him free, let him feed peacefully
Until he cease, now the beast must drop feces
But I never let it free fall
I catch it and spit it
I kick shit that blows
Whole districts into tidbit's
With pen in fist I take tallies
Of these scrimmages can't call a game
My flavor wicked as witches is
The kid spit's fuego sicker than syphilis
So sisters and brothers grab a
Shovel and start digging this
Matter fact, grab a Nikon and picture this
An icon with no assistance and
No assist in this
Reminiscing to number one plus twenty-three
My days are sunny
Prestige sweeter than honey bees
Waters are muddy, I'm coming
Running from nothing B
Now I'm fucking muffin
Motherfuckers ain't touching me shit