Lo-Fi throwbacks -Aided by a dub sack Tacky but the passion in my actions kinda lacking Tracking only for the know fact -Rapping aint my only trick Bettin you don't know that -Reckon you can learn it quick. Stickin to that bullshit Mostly cuz its easy to Phone it in just like Sprint -I don't do this just for you Rippin off a grocery store Cuz a homey gotta eat Between the bikes and pedicabs Every night I'm on the street And every day I'm smokin weed -Chase it with a cigarette On a couch is where I sleep -So I won't curl up in your bed. Baby I'm an asshole Someone shoulda told you so. Girl they tell me all the time. -How the fuck you don't know I'm a let my soul glow Till it's time to pay the bill Disconnect in Nopo Rep it like this shits a skill Here I go with words at will Shit I do it all the time No one pays attention though It might be the same rhymes Coming back for blood I guess But I'm gettin side tracked Rainy in the northwest Guess I should get used to that I don't ask for much now Never really did before But I need me a cash cow Caughing up like she my whore Kinda sick of being poor Sending you to voicemail Sittin there in dirty droors Sliding down the pay scale Gotta get it when I can All I own is in my hands Got a lil problem though I'm all supply and no demand Filling up the ash try Coming up with stupid shit Got a lot that I could say Whizzing through the conduits No one wanna hear me bitch Not a penny for my thoughts Lyrics are a cruel trick Conciousness can not be bought I'm throw my hands up People please don't follow suit I do it cuz I gave Fuck yall trying to raise the roof Gotta rip a third verse Just to keep it stupid long I call it the third curse This has been a pointless song Maybe cuz I'm staying bored Probly cuz I'm staying high Everybody get ignored You aint special in my eyes Gotta take it as it comes Gotta keep me off your mind People must be pretty dumb If they falling for my lines I know when it's time to grind Only when it pays well Fuck a lot of 9 to 5 Fuck a lot of green hell I'm a flog my dead horse She can take me errywhere That I never wanna go Countin up my gray hair spittin on your silverware Rippin on a stolen beat I aint got a dime to spare Always thinkin on my feet Gotta do a dirty deed Just so I can stay alive Always on the single speed. I'm a take you for a ride Callin on my dead horse You know that it's time to roll I been walkin in the rain. How you think I stay so cold.

Grape Juice Scott & Dutchmaster D