Take a peek in the window... CLOSELY

lean if it helps, and tell me what do you see

Me caking with a freak and a bimbo or vice versa 

their funk and Duncan Hines baking for me #

I'm confusing the game with a rolling pen

bowling a Chessboard and blessing her "Yes, Lord" strike

I'm the man of the hour with a minute to spare 

before taking over the day with a queen in a night #

When it crown me, the checkers on the geek that they found me

Loyal to the royal (giftbag) is the boast

In my presence, the storming for my horn of the oil to be 

added to their jazz if you remember Ostertag in the post #

Now should I leave em "Malone," or stock ten to assist 

the one and only Super man with a crotch cape

Your best wrapping's showing your gift is crumbling in the corners 

bunching up and leaving botches of scotch tape, Ahk #

You know I feed em the rock, fire wood and the heir to the wet thrones 

and never the stones when a pet moans you let her reset

for the get boned fest lest it fester regret in her chest #

That's the heart of matter and the art of the fatter ass laid in a black shade gather

and batter paid top dollar rich in which she bringing that heat 

to see me pitchand give her somn to swing at sweet what is 

mete for the judicial beef and the gristle thus

eluding their synopsis or a popular missle

On the watch for the whistle and props

Just to see that they're finally picking up that what I drop is official 

Like a mop or a bristle shaken loose by a rough face 

or smooth strut when it's scuffed with a brush and a

Sugar rush combining cake and juice calling a spade 

a spade you know I'm the shit with no flush, 

and yet one of a kind with a low pair

Got me in their homes not for deeds of an au pair

Though I got somebody baby ready to lay down, bed or the floor and 

more than willing to go there and know where to touch me  [36]

The Clutch economical function

In conjunction with my income that her panties would drop

Beholding I got em, what I did at rock bottom was just 

ruin all your chances to be at the top

[Oh, is it 96?]

I'm too up to loose a screw up, and too tight to reignite what blew up but read down what every ground could brew up

A two cup of supplemental sound due

and drew up the architecture of a darker lecture when I threw up uncommon bombing placing not a vomit situation

it's my word play and curtains if I pick up a pen

A sort of stick up and sin or transgression well-worded murder meshed with resurrection yes I get them to blend [facts]

With four packs of too relaxed with donuts

For pretty femmes to go nuts as cashews with Cash who's nasty

The more racks to blow it up I know has to show em that they're so blessed to with go with us, I'm glad you asked me

[For] The confirmation and the confidence in the mind of getting pressed against the free divine Him being the plug

As for seeing the thug or the husband in the was bin I'm expecting a mean mug and a Kanye shrug

Chorus

I feel they know you're not playing with anything you're saying, but you gotta understand that's pretty hard to conceive

They're not used to seeing that oftly

Imagine being the news and black coffee

Verse 2

Smite with biting a bagel well-buttered and the sipping of my orange juice pouring loose strands of a caper

As a warden and draper in accordance with my styling

Smiling increased 'for the barista hands me the paper

Fit for making the first page due inner burst rage unfolded and the globe that sold it had to report

In attempt to extort the economical bludgeon went nudging a fudge judgment of the meteor sort

Crash and math of a caffeine that's rushing through the bloodstream my flood seems

to need mud to run a regime

And fund the purging with oil royal clergyman and dirty merging murder scenes with burnt bourbon columbian beans 

Medallion mafia and as italian coffee abounds the macchiato with a Marciano beat to the grounds

A one-two punch at once through lunch and twice at supper if the cuppers wish, I'll

run a dish of reap it in pounds

Chorus

I feel they know you're not playing with anything you're saying, but you gotta understand that's pretty hard to conceive

They're not used to seeing that oftly

Imagine being the news and black coffee

Verse 3

As the blackest whore I furnish more of a pour than a convenience store and I'seen as more friendly than at a mom and pop local shop

The franchise be it land wise I'm funning with some glam thighs and gunning with throats so when the vocals drop

It's evidence that even with the better rinse from black stains, my meta dense and packs pains of let a fence stack as

Offense or de-fense, the coffee bids obeisance, so every letter bet slack will

never set a prince back

And I'm crowned king, so whether a brown thing or licorice sweet it's proof the every nigga wish I would fail

But that's the benefits of being the bean Lord

with sort of a badging of me having the hottest pot would entail

Touch me only if you can handle knowing this heat drips for each one personal steams and multiple streams

For the sipping of The King and His queens

who enter scenes because they see me in the papers, magazines, and their dreams

Chorus

I feel they know you're not playing with anything you're saying, but you gotta understand that's pretty hard to conceive

They're not used to seeing that oftly

Imagine being the news and black coffee [3x]

[YEAH!]

[it's like that time I was tryna tell em]

Verse 1

[It's a must] I'll give you something to swear by a throne 

with lone perching the heir the flown the wings and the searching

of the rabbit's foot and breast and a bear thigh

Naked shaking grizzly make it take it one vee one in a shared high

For the weigh of my bet

Understated if it's stated when they say I'm a threat 

Fate delay and regret pawns that's touching the board 

Had the queen pass the King to bring that mate to The Lord 

[unchecked] Upskirting is my ray of respect 

laser focus with a raise her hope as throating the neck

Played a vote and elect slight of hand quest to showing her 

man my demand fest promoting the wreck

Manifest a pieces pick up, the chieftest of the stick up 

and lick up the birth tunnel sum and the source 

That's not up for a discussion at the dual-skin percussion 

Perhaps that's the clap to say she want a divorce (God knows)

Hook

Which bitch can resist this glow 'round me

When The Most High sent The Most Low Down Me

In a fist-to-fist you can't throw down me 

Wanna risk it knowing you can't slow down me

Verse 2

Well shid... I'll give you something to wish on 

the star above the bodies at the river of Kishon

My poker face all chips delivering which pond

the conjuring with confidence to only cast my net when the fish gone

And watch me reel in the top ivy league in the schools 

to the shore of more than eager in pools

The richest man ain't the brand of fortune leader and rule

It's the one who can fuck with the air you breathing in fool

Pretty rare to conceive but more than fair to retrieve 

the power to negotiate the means and fare when you leave 

To meet The God who had sent your ass a replica 

from Heaven the Hell... but for me all is well or baby Jessica 

my baby gravy blessing the buns of the ones
the flash of lightning of the wonder of thundering sons

And the day ladies indebted for splashing came paying in cash 

with the other half asundering funds

Hook

Which bitch can resist this glow 'round me

When The Most High sent The Most Low Down Me

In a fist-to-fist you can't throw down me 

Wanna risk it knowing you can't slow down me [2x]

Verse 3

I code the combination rib and the dust

And The Sus, I mean husbands, better pray that I'm wrong

Cuz the way I pray in dual cal fueling the foul

Ill be the only one watching her hips sway in the thong (when it's on)

And often Ash passion ravioli 

Having holy hot hammering grab and know me

Smashing matrimony with a lit match and

Fuck a box spring the rocking ox needs on me a mattress only

#Hacks of acts in polynomial factors

of fat back actors that's dissecting the legs on the regs 

I had arrived as a rival with now the most resistant

of the sistas collecting the begs

for the rest of the dregs that's leftover from head

Telling a tale of two titties I can build and employ

I gave something to feel sex prophetic appeal

with the bones that are made of steel, kill, and destroy 

Hook

Which bitch can resist this glow 'round me

When The Most High sent The Most Low Down Me

In a fist-to-fist you can't throw down me 

Wanna risk it knowing you can't slow down me

Verse 1

Upon the making of a God-shaken fantasy

I had the lust with the hustle and the foresight

To stand tall with my back against the wall

As some french decor piece between the couch and the floorlight

Illuminated by who had stated the obvious

She wasn't feeling me, I guess I gave her novacaine

And saying a prayer is never rare, I know what's at stake, 

I'm battling less when I profess to know the game

Whether a dice roll, the nice won't hold

I need divine advice or the heat to suffice

when the royal heir conditioning of ice blow cold

And to think with added features it increases the price

So I went, I found the knew funds to purchase the block

And the sellers they wanna act like they don't know what it means

But [shit] what can the dirt really add to a rock

If he was given the role to direct behind the scenes

Chorus

The treasures dont know why I said that pleasure's all mine

But what does it matter anyway?

don't understand this appeal that's revealed and thus no other man is fulfilling us

The treasures dont know why I said that pleasure's all mine

But what does it matter anyway?

I can't discern and concerned of the yearn in me

But let me burn in it fervently

Verse 2

It's kinda hard to describe in aligning with 

the science and the finer art of starting a tribe

Like an A-listed actor in the factory of daiquiri

mix of how I'll liquor that her heart will imbibe

The script and even improv can be a behestin

But reckon the editor who deeply prays is prelude of a throne 

that's fashioned in gold passion so imagine a king 

whose reigns a Quaaluude of its own

And yet it's nothing threating but a means of conception 

and guide as the pride of "reach the pinnacle" trends

The switch from an abortion of want exactly the opposite

to our desires are identical twins [baby baby] 

then letting each miss carry the load 

of storytelling as in a post production

The host of a completely knew breed is amusing when each 

one of them is shoving a spree of seduction [at me]

Chorus

The treasures dont know why I said that pleasure's all mine

But what does it matter anyway?

I feel a calm and rest in the pleasuring

Overflowing in the measuring

The treasures dont know why I said that pleasure's all mine

But what does it matter anyway?

I see the taste of the feeling, a quake in me

A sweeter ache over taking me

Verse 3

Enjoying the bliss of many sistas made to revere in the toll

As soul music to a people in pain

It played heavenly songs of receiving it there and can hear

The sound of pleasure I don't need to explain

I AM the keyswitch and interfere with the notes

Against holding the pitch they weren't willing to toss me

The diary of fiery infilling of quotes is dispensed

Now I can hear their thoughts, singing it softly say...

Bridge

I just can't resist this, I'm wanting you

The bliss in my heart starts thundering

In the midst of your reign, now I'm running through how I went from a wedding to a wondering

With the beat of the feeling, I'm fearing lust

when the rhythm of the truth plays in my head

But I can't stop dancing and tearing up, when hearing "us".... and that's why I said

Chorus

The treasures dont know why I said that pleasure's all mine

But what does it matter anyway?

I gotta dire desire and wiring

it's a fire inside of me

The treasures dont know why I said that pleasure's all mine

But what does it matter anyway?

Verse 1

It seems a bit of bitter sweet taste to a tongue on a 

fruit thats fully grown on the porch of an orchard 

The crops and the risked opportunities missed that once 

resisted truly ready to endorse the enforcer 

The sweetest peaches thick as the plot 

reach for the preacher that's teaching 

the thinning line course as coarser 

The due applied pressure to the petals on the ride now 

turning over the newest leaf job from the sourcer

No remorse from the sorcerer / acts but no need

I like my doe fat and I proceed with pro seed

Spread across the naked acreage of the land 

where the lift off demands a sow feed and a blow plead

Slow bleed of an orange [it's actually read] like 

the daily news that's forming at the horns of a rose

Picked last unlike an ass when it's naturally fed

By the farmer with a former hay rake and the hoes

But this grocer is more than just gross and that's the bottom line 

Caught in the net when it's wet until a flood's adding

spring water spilled when crushing grapes for autumn wine

Led to a tantrum, adding dirt to the mud

Wiping off any that drops with a look both ways 

for the shame of asking questions "is it edible still"

The intrigue alone, she hollering for

swallowing the bomb combination both the blue and red incredible pill

That's equivalent to purpling what she ate as more like sixty-four 

though I'm the first power kept her on some fix me more

Swinging as the pitcher, bat that's guaranteed to fit ya, 

in fact, though it's leaking it ain't a risky pour 

# Homegrown in the Garden of Eden 

Made with dust and the breath and add the other a rib

traded to a former Canaanite sight for the feeding

Shit I'm different, man I'm cool with bitches bringing the weed in

And see if she's breeding us a "waiting to exhale" 

or "bodyguard" in somebody's yard that I dislike 

She should treat me as a feast in the least 

as a Lisa Marie Presley that's pressed to this mic

Wearing 23 and me, with a hee hee, and a uppercut,

chopping, and the peeling of an apple and quince

Plus the H2O melons she brought and not selling

with plums that's all growing near back of the fence 

For the packing and Prince to unwrap the juicy fruit and 

to clap and not applaud her in continual Linkin'

Not a field (but a she feeling me up) nigga 

with flesh expressed in some aggressive yet subliminal thinking 

Marmalade toast and butter, morning tweet of a bird 

that's on the wings of abundance from the snips of the pruner

But how can I force the harvest when clearly I heard

Not until the fruit is ripe and not a [fucking] second sooner (ok, I added the fucking part).... NUT FIRE AN ASS

Verse 1

Triple takes are double or nothing

Insights a witness and a litmus 'cause what are the odds

That the fates of the lords are shiftless the host are set spreading the universe to cover The Gods 

The shapes and the paths attest to

the formulas and mornings of the cash and the rest due

And storming in with vocab is so fab when spoken by the glow gab, to know and watch the quotes manifest you

The eyes are neutral the fruitful aren't blind with the seeds, harps of harvest, for sheet music and bards of the deeds

Easy guarding while the others find it harder to see

the pea under shell and tricky playing cards of the feeds [so peep]

The rap official sacrificial lamb

hebraic semitic ham and it's that deep

The non-kosher cross holding ässhole they don't wanna hear

[but] wanna sheer and wear the fleece of this black sheep [the wolves of the wool]

[I'll walk alone for the "get there"

my attitudes of motion's never stressed nor emotional that's even with the steps seeming the length of a split hair

Yet combing through the strands of advancing devotion that it demands 

When spoken from the peak of desires meeting of fire where eternal kindling heats never broken or failed

So as the pacing of the prophecies in bodily form call me the casual snail with a flash of lightning at the tail [and I'll get it]

I beg em not for their flattering adoration

That embracing is a matter of shattering data tracing

The input of a slim foot and large hands of dear is a fit for clogged ears in dog years in a fog.

I'll Raise the resonance the volume of an all consuming evidence

blaring to a blazing truth of amazing relevance

Lifted to a pitch of an amplified ascension

Of soul and celebration with the magnified dimensions 

Length, width, height, time, desire, and hope, pleasure, pain, thoughts, and memory, and dreams in the scope

I found a strength in all ten yea eleven in which her Heavenly throat and high degree heat's redeeming my slope

Geometric and thermoelectric a sweat suit

wedded a life and death as an odd pair

Enjoined by the speed of light and swept to procrastination left to embedding the height and breadth of a God swear 

[I know what I'm saying..]