Rap Trap

I preach prophecy from the pulpits of democracy

Finning and intertwining my policy

Spitting words like Socrates

Flying up to pinnacles, past my body, onto ontology

That’s why they call me the young prodigy

A young, flung, drunk that speaks in tongues

Funkin among the beats of world peace, that’s what I preach

Everyone should get a piece of this fleeting technique

Man f**k the police

That’s the piece of the puzzle that was missin

From this kicking winning rhyme I have written

Tripping, like dead heads that lost their cost of living

This ambition has been unforgivin

They aint living, they chickens

Checking out their choice to choose

Excusing the cues, clues for them to refuse

Please, stop abusing the dues of sippin on booze

Bruising my lids to stop poping wuz of pills

Spine tapping my back giving me ill chills

What a f****n thrill, rewind back and refill, your mind

To the dime that it use to be 

Find the lock, you already have the master key

Follow the olive tree, but give it time to grow

Like I developed this flow, I shall never plateau

Were innately good, just like Roseau

Nah f**k that social contract, I’ll snort it like blow

All these politicians only want dough

All these college kids only want dough

All these youngins only want dough

Tic tack toe, running through hoes, inny minny minnie mo, whoa

Living in the woods like Thoreau

Its all about will to power

Everyone gots to have their own clam chowder

Chow chow chow you mother f***a

Ducking, snuking like a chicken cluckin, Im out

A1, young prodigal son