What up y'all. Hopefully found a spot to drop:
I'm hobblin' in to goblin dens
Dollars spent on polishing
my copper scimitar, I'm gripping hard striking down this kids
shoddily spitten bars, flows abolishing
rhythms and proper tense, while watching these bottles bend...
slurred worried and wishing my spell take hold
I got a lot of people grilling watching like Seiko
pop the tape over, Watt$ a great cobra
I don't be bumpin' him, I'll give my props to J-Hova
Kanye, Dre, Jimi, Mahler and Beethoven
taste like an all night place, it stay open
samurai, I'm rounding up the stray ronin
fry the shy guys yo, I'm keeping the bones in
it's finger lickin' y'all, messing with your pigeon calls
calling in the chicken hawks, getting even flipping dogs
spittin' invisible, spoken, writtens, the straight dope?
Heh, that's why these cats get weighed close
it's fake? Nope, make no mistake
it's hot buttery plates of pop's grits, you know how we cop this!
It sounds incredible the times that Watt$ spits
but when you do it, it's like some doo doo fluid
my crew is, truants masquerading as eunochs
so we bathe with the druids, lay stray gazes through tunics...
while we do this...
peace,
Watt$
