Rootwords Warning Signs
I remember back in the day rhyming in obscure basements
Jam packed with real rap no room for making fake statements
Exercising extreme caution when flexing on mics
With a display of stamina intangible to the bite
You and I
We are not alike
We're not
One in the same
Think of this record as a western flick
I'll pop one in your brain
My six shooter will outmanoeuvre you
Bars linked with skills bass drums licks and keys
That's how I turn bricks to g's
"Can I get a picture please ?"
Is what she said for a gram
I said seen
I'm the sugar man
I bring the
Colour to your dreams
She screams
With joy
Like the crowd do when I blast of
Deploy
I'm on the asphalt like
"Ahoy whats up !"
I've landed
The left handed
Candid bandit
Put your world in a chokehold and slammed it
I caught you by surprise
This ain't no sucker punch
I just opened your eyes
