The Manhattan Project

Fuck creepying in yards!
Storm the gates a hundred deep.
who knew these cans of tru blue was heating thunderspeech.
Old Chicago, role models was avacados and olives.
Throw ups without hangovers names other than Godess.
Where bombing is not a hobby, it; s a habbit.
where addicts, rappers brag about tags and dong know dick about this rap shit.
Attack the Metro
Track with fat cats for fadding.
Grey Greens!
cant wait to see Page vs Daily!!
Its all the lucky hoodies, what could he teach me.
WHile he you sleeping i was teaching his kids through grafitti.
I have to argue.
Been rhymming, this shit and hard to do.
but technical advertisements im Jarbass in harbor blue.
Outlined and summer squashed dumb rock my dark atire my mind from running from cops.
Hopping barb wire while you dream of being me between clean sheets.
Play the role, personalities spleeting like mean streaks.
No room for bling bling, and thugs, and wacked crooks.
im trying to king the lion, bring your drugs.