Red & Gold

I remember when, last past November when<br>Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberland<br>They left him trembling, he was not remembering:<br>Never tuck your denim in just to floss an emblem<br>Some would debate, "Wait, the fella ate gelatin<br>Or even listening in to what his weathermens was telling him"<br>When I could feel it in my melanin, it`s compelling<br>Us to break them off, no reassembling<br>No science-fiction to no theater near you, coming soon to<br>Fuck with you frequently like how phases of the moon would do<br>You could gather `round like it was an eclipse<br>Just don`t look directly to the bitch, you may be blinded by the crips<br><br>Pass the L, the last to tussle in them shirttails<br>All hail, King Geedorah, the third rail<br>700 volts holds rap to a standstill<br>Fool ignore the rule, fuck up and get his man killed<br>Two bottles of Dom got his hands filled<br>And so goes the days of our lives as the hourglass sand spill<br>And built with Passion and a glass of the `Ze<br>[And the lights went down and hey!]<br><br>And I knew it was the last day ... Wig-Twisting Season<br>When some could get their wigs twisted back within reason<br>Mostly with these crimes of treason<br>And you`ll be lucky if there`s no squeezing even this evening<br>From how he`s feeling, thrilling choice of flow is sick<br>He`s the villain with the million dollar voice-throat trick<br>He`s like a ventriloquist, with his fist in the speaker`s back<br>Couldn`t think of no uniquer track, nope, sneak attack<br>It don`t really matter how big them is, so much as a nipple<br>`Cause you could have a chick with D-Triple<br>`Cept the nipple little, just hot off the griddle<br>Like how he do monkey rhymers, like Monkey-in-the-Middle by his damn self<br>Ain`t no average MC ahead of me<br>Getting cheddar instead of the probably better pedigree<br>With nicknames, sick games as Rick James<br>Messy games, sci-fi such as Jesse James<br><br>Blast, I figure, ass-hawking ass titty licker<br>Last one to walk up in, fast-talking city slicker<br>Got bagged `cause of the dirty chick with make-up<br>Bail out quick for the 7:30 wake-up<br>My only backup was an A-cup, as far as May<br>To when the leaves turn red and gold to Nimrod`s earthday<br>All else? Worthless to say<br>[And the lights went down and hey!]<br><br>That`s when I knew it was the first day ... Wig-Twisting Season<br>When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning<br>Mostly with these crimes of treason men<br>And y`all be lucky if there`s no squeezing even this evening<br>..<br>It`s like a mosquit-ah, the much sweeter resent the act<br>I been bent back since my Physical went back<br>Since, Cultured more of my kin<br>And for them I keep an L rolled in this hellhole<br>Hold your head, use your head and hold, or be dead and cold<br>In the worsest way, soon as the leaves show red and gold<br>To `round Nimrod`s release day<br>And all else? Needless to say<br><br>Wait a motherfucking minute, true facts presented<br>The names was probably changed just to protect who ain`t in it<br>The XP was three-quarters tinted, 4/5ths was converted<br>The way his shit was twisted? Ask him if it hurted<br>...<br>... Wig-Twisting Season<br>When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning<br>Mostly with these crimes of lying, and fronting, and cheating<br>All types of different styles of treason