Ballskin

HMMMM

The flow is toe in, precision as an afro trim

All big letters but isn't no acronym

Smack the thin grin off a chin for crack smoking

DDT the first bar, leave this track back broken

Chrome grown man doing business with anglo-sax'n'them

Lacking swing but that banjo's so relaxing

As the wax spin, hacking axes in the wind

Pretend it's just a pen, see if you can pencil 'em in

Tense, mention men of honor fenced in

Census is tens, the wheels fall off then it's the end

Don't get keelhauled in

Villain always been, feel real genuine ballskin

Not to call the whole crowd out

It's just a few chumps, and you know who you are like a shoutout

Place 'em in your loud mouth and taste 'em like a pastry

Waste of space face hastily bow out gracefully

Disappear, reappear and disappear again

Villain not his hair, he's no afro-american

If that's the case he be a bald-headed African

Taking all the credit and jetted, astro travelling

Turn a man into a mannequin for AFLAC'n

And being tough acting Tinactin bluff jacking

He wears a mask so when he dogs his face

Each and every race, could absorb the bass

In the place to be, don't believe the hyperbole

It's like a murder spree, get sniped verbally

Or beat in the head with lead pipe languages

For street cred leave him for dead in anguishments

The slang suggest it was the guy in the glasses

Who came to help the people with they minds and they asses

You set trip and get a grip like Spalding

These walls is thin, feel genuine ballskin