Lonely Thoughts (DJ Clyde Blend)

Yeah I see the gun but it's a pellet

Yeah the ball is in your court, but it's appellate

They sayin Acid was an album retail it

I said I got way too much soul for me to sell it

That's why godfather tied the cape on my shoulders

Said save em from false prophets and wolves in sheeps' clothing

I'm a little too hard to be slept on

I'm a little too sharp to be stepped on

A little too Pac for the septum

I'm so pretty I make mirrors blush

I spit the shit in a party to make your ear adjust

I'm a parapalegic parrot with a pair of crutches in a no fly zone

On the phone talking bout how Bush trying to disparage us

There's a metaphor if I expound

There's a better score in the next round

Me and raps go together like donuts and fresh ground

Coffee, I'm awfully softly spoken

In Autumn, fall leaf clovin

My posters on dry wall and my banners are star spangled

My demons get charred, mangled, Chancelor the Archangel

I don't pray for chart singles

I grab life by the ankle like Kurt Angle

And ask it if it's ticklish

Ask me if that's ridiculous

I'm a meticulous fickle dude

That just happens to spit a little bit

And you can tell I rapped this off my phone

Cause you can hear that ringtone in the background but I'm in the zone