Fall

Some are born with silver spoons in they mouth

I was born without a house in the X, that's the south

And your mouth, might get fixed to say some slick shit

But please know we known for fights and clips as shit we swift with

Its story time I sound like Slick Rick

But the animals get mad at you and emotions turn tangible

Then I hope your calves could move

Or a fully automatic is getting emptied out and taking half of you

Don't hold your nose this is how this goes

A million faces in this place is that we call home

Let me let you know who I am, the mind behind it all

The hardest emcee to drop like leaves in the fall