True Hip Hop

I'm no Dox in the Box get me out Jack be nibbling off

My big bread hit em in the mouth instead, north hit's

From a southpaw ouch go ahead and stack your cheddar

I see a hole in it hard and stale from outside weather

Rats will come and get it you watch your watch and bling

They'll run with it man forget chasing those empty things

So just quit it, toe tags on bags with no name calling

Brag about ballen nine eleven came brains remain stalling

Oh short term you ain't that tall then I'm five eight I ain't

That tall either but my metaphors are my tall creatures

They not gonna eat you they just bring heat to you

I apply my degrees in fahrenheit mind Al Capone plated