Letra de At Home

[Subtle Hook: ABVKYA][2x]
Anger runs in the veins of a forest wolf
Ripping competition fish with a clever hook

[Verse 1: ABVKYA]
Flicking spitters to a schism like a rubber band
The skills I claim will remain grand high command
Planned not to eat but bread fed the human hand
I'm fucked up like wine basing on a smoked ham
Embody me and I'll slip you from the fee
Antonym to activist, I'm still smoking trees,
I left the box and still emcees followed me
Your luck is fucked, a tap to the tip gave you Hepatitis B

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[Verse 2: Themba Ntaka]
Artsy verse the Artful amid great kids
Course metamorphosed, like how you fit those big words in raps, stick to prose
Bartered your beloved world and here's Dixon Ticonderogas for it
Imagine man picked for the draft just like a sport
Brains or Brawn, whichever takes out the echelon
When I longboard I have compassion for my left shoe, that's ethical
Won't let them redefine what's epochal
Latter-day trade to cure it
So let me be, fearing zeppelins of foreign origin
The Terrible drop spit as of disgust on the ground I used to write songs for
Now I hover over conditions I once bore
Adorahbluh, Important
Letters from a close friend, send me more
I can't forgive the cynic I became as broke
Embedded in my noodle lie the quotes of Richard Moats
Bum in smelly garage
7 months without a car
Kick-kicked in the face by footsteps of a mirage
Ask a foolie how she perceives death, it's simple
The Mind gives up, the Soul gives up, she left

Realization: I'll never write another ballad fuck y'all

[Verse 3: Jann Dough]
Damn, he's staring with an evil glare
Looking here, looking there, evil everywhere
Once upon a time Life was just a fairy tale
Now I'm the king drinking from a mug with ale
It's 7:30 how time pass
Oh no, god knows, so fast
So pass the blunt, make it last
Erase the tragedy from your destiny, but who believes in that?
I know a lot of you do, so cruel how they lie to you, dude
I give you reasons not to follow those dudes:
Number One(and number 1) I speak the truth in the booth
And Number Two(and number 2) me and your Mind are in cahoots
Working like the gears up in a smokey factory, Produce

[Verse 4: Mikey Kim]
I get happy when I see weed and a lighter
You ain't want it cause bars poisonous like a deadly spider
I bit the brownie, call me vampire
Fuck Old Navy, I'm New Navy
And it's a yes, not call me maybe
Bitches like you are shady
Toprock but y'all ain't ready
I love girls named Kelly, it probably don't matter
My team bombed her then scattered
How y'all tryna be at the top when y'all can't even get top of a ladder
I'm incredible
Hit you in the main jaw, call it mandible
If you don't get my bars, shit your world ain't understandable
I'm the main label, you see me in the front
Ain't a happy dude, no Brady Bunch
You don't want a Crombie bite cause that's your whole damn lunch