Tables Turned

Let's count this money
 Let's court this karma
 That shit above me
 Imma laugh all the way to the session
 Scrounging for them tags
 Rifle through my collection
 Maniacally twist my stache'
 Dreamt of them credits let's see it manifest
 Bled into realism
 You get to play victim cuz I look too good to feel your pain
 Make this trade
 No stylizing my name
 She like "say it in yo rappin' accent"
 Audibly out of it she say it's attractive
 I switch stances
 Get faster part of the passive
 Dig this pit to bury you and the hatchet
 Trail of bread so I remember the way back
 Unfair way too broken to get patched
 Proudly proclaim polo even though I had the spliff last
 Let's hit it
 Phone and my nose peeking over covers
 Clancy's division
 Dark zones I was hidden and quarantined
 My body spasms I mumble rhymes but who know what they mean,
 Letters together look like hieroglyphs
 Just to say I can tolerate it
 I removed my microchip
 Barehanded
 I managed to spin this whole shit
 With minor scratches and skips
 All else fails
 I'm confident in how they perceive me under the needle
 Salt on the leech wounds
 You gone I'm clotted
 Why you think im not gone leave you?
 And they gone keep on
 Dematerialize then reform
 I'm over antics known to slow me
 Commanding lead over you and your homies
 My limbs been bony
 And my joints might pop
 Focus on what you selling rather than who might cop
 And when that wheel turn then the rest might
 It come back around count the rest in spite
 And they gone keep on
 Dematerialize then reform
 I'm over antics known to slow me
 Commanding lead over you and your homies
 My limbs been bony
 And my joints might pop
 Focus on what you selling rather than who might cop
 And when that wheel turn then the rest might
 It come back around count the rest in spite