of cats won't know how to act with a mic - word. I call this recreation. They call it desecration. Put your sweat into your rep, guess you could say I wreck creations. Without a hesitation known for blessing stages. Don't test your fate: a blender ain't the place you wanna rest your face in. We're back in effect. Another patch on the vet. Cashier cross-eyed when she cashed in the cheque. Gimme that paper 'cause I'm past the respect (spend the kind of cash on pasta you have to for rent). Cliques rollin' deep, we bound to get live. The Undercrown hoodie with the red and brown highs. Twenty bucks cover? Shit, I'm down to get mine. We're dumbin' out, thumbin' out counterfit fives. On the dancefloor doing tai chi, sipping chai tea, chicks in knee-highs with my man Highny. Creep in a bears coat stares chinese, chinese chick stares back like 'why me?' Pair of eyebrows like Ming the Merciless. Josh in the whip like rings to circuses. Apt in the crates with breaks to murder kids. Bix on the beat like heat to furnaces. I call this recreation. They call it desecration. Put your sweat into your rep, guess you could say I wreck creations. Without a hesitation known for blessing stages. Don't test your fate: a blender ain't the place you wanna rest your face in. Socks rocks the populous at prosperous pace, while getting props like an octopus in octaves of eight. Not even talking