Pager

I be going off like beeps from a pager
They tryna see who is he, cut look like a razor
As in literally, slang in my white t
Peace to Michael Tyson, while you swiping on a iPhone
People acting all stuffy
Dickies on my slack
See how my lips is mean muggy
Stompin’ at the bar like it’s Monday Night Raw
Meet you at the Center, put your hand to the weather
Count the money with a tool
Freak a Wilson leather, and my mood is very rude
The hate come and go
Time’ll burn your soul slow
Oi! The starter, like 1992

Woop! I be going off like a pager

I spit likе a punk, wave arms like a choppa
Boots on my feet, night vision green posture
On a 1000 or so
Play my dеmo with the bass up
Just to make the light strobe
They clueless, I move with the pressure
I stampede the stage, use my rage as the lever
Wanna @ me, attack me, whatever
My tongue a switchblade
You a slave to fool’s treasure
And my birthday lit
Here’s a new perspective: the world’s in your grip
Original pirate
See, the fit looser
Need the space for my ****