LETTER TO KUMAR Lyrics

Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin

Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire

I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know

Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin

Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire

I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know

You gave me a sweet beat showed me the cheat sheet

Flow keep beats running Through these streets MY cd's

On repeat ears meet lyrical heat MC's retreat at least

Verbally poetry heavy and deep they sleep on me mentally they

Be comatose Factually Over loading yo flow capacity my tenacity

Written craftily actually I Reside where beats And lyrics collide in

The midst great divide I've pied metaphors and Similes you cannot

Survive your facts be fake they lies open wide deep dive cowgirl

Ride then walk the Track outside hoe a side anotha rap hooker just

Died mama don't Cry tears from your Pretty brown eyes I don't lie

Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin

Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire

I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know

Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin

Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire

I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know

You was never a dildo still yo why we never got a deal tho but the son's of

Geppetto Flow just to watch their noses grow from their lies that they tell porque

Eso altos fronting Soprano actors manipulating verbal factors they ain't the real

Mccoys plastic girls and Boys need plastic toys just to bring your girl joy hey yo

Pinnochio faker than falsettos Sweeter than amaretto you better obey

Geppetto high Steppin' flows stellettos who Inspire higher levels of verbal fire

From the furnace the Mic spikes blowing speakers and

Stage lights the dark phrase of your Life might manifest stress but lyrically your

Success Is a small dick trying to make a big

Pussy stretched they don't feel it that verbal void you Can't fill it

Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin

Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire

I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know

Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin

Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire

I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know

I'm a monster I munch ya fake ass truck like tonka

Black people made your sound Willy Wonka

I don't salute ya but execute ya running round your stage in a white suite uh

Minnie the moocha your flow tired retire whoever did your beat should be fired sound

Man is deaf & wired you payola to repeat your skills obsolete you rape the eardrums of

The street Cosby Weinstein type tings money ova talent you are not the greatest you

Great less create less stop leaving hip hop with your mess yes let the ancestor reset

Your mind to a time when you valued the bass drum and rhyme when money was just a

Consequence of hotlines and money didn't mean you HAD HOT RHYMES

Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin

Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire

I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know

Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin

Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire

I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know