Coffee Bean Conundrums

[david stern razor burns]

The nicest every day like I'm friendly on the calendar. Fresher than a salad cause I'm heavy on the lavender. Ready on the banister, deadly with the caliber. Emptying the canister for mentioning how wack you are. Spectacular failures by rappers who famous. These are their crimes: Especially heinous. I'm actually A-list, and the letter stands for asshole cause I act like a racist. If you had it? You ain't it, leave you down on the pavement. Drowning in pain while I’m lavishly lounging. My status is crazy. Castles in Cayman's with snacks for the ladies. And Appleton 80 for after the gravy. Afternoon shavings from my barber in Ecuador. Get a closer shave the harder he presses more. Armed to the heavens but I'm calmer than reservoirs, cause I keep a closer eye on my guard by the exit door. What the hell you think that all of these weapons for? Intense situations just a part of my repertoire. Dealing in finance. Leading in wise cracks. Leaving a nine thousand dollar tip in the wine glass. That's just the tip of my life because my living is high class. It's like I'm living in time capsules with the vintage I buy. Can't just sip any rye, has to sit in a pine cask till the cinnamon spice acts. Just a little to bite back on my lips when I try that. Sitting in style in the city of lights. Getting literally lit up, while I obliterate mics. The criminal type who's out with a motive. Committing a crime just out in the open, with little disguise so it’s doubtful you’ll notice. Been up north visiting, but now I'm south of the border. Near the equator, newly acquainted. Highly inebriated during the invasion. Orchestrating hostile takeovers in my room while I’m wasted. At the Venetian with room service waiting. Two Cerwin Vega’s in the back of my trunk. Is what I do here in Vegas just to add to the thump. Head back to the Trump where my new server’s waiting. Newspaper making. Grabbing the headlines. Two pages explaining how I fancy a neck tie. The fashion is reptile with a snake and the bling. Endangered extinct’s my only basic request. To my tailor to hem when he’s making my vests. And he takes care of the rest, while I got carats invested in America’s debt. So cherish the death. Have your inheritance bled until there’s barely a cent. I’m tearing the net, the terrorizer of credit, during the recession. You’re paralyzing your spending, while I’m on shopping sprees ending with monopolies in London. Coffee bean conundrums during my mornings abroad, say frothy cappuccino, or just more of this latte?