Buzzer Beater While Puffing Reefer With Justin Beiber.

[Camp Bell]

I'll do a crime as confucius...
The blueprints are congruent, choose a side. Hope the conclusion not confusing while you doing time. Excuse my mind or accuse my writes. The fruit of my loom's are infused in food for thought. Not for chewing, it'll split ya jaw in an attempt to bite. My religion not the truest, its cut from a different cloth, the stitching off by design. Ya'll be on top of stools, i'm on that shit tonight. Pot and booze. Shots are smooth and hitting nice. Get ya stock up dudes, ya persona bull. Matador. Mention me and i'm @ a war. The incomparable, precision type. I got the proof, you looking through a victim eyes. Its logical, if ya optical phenomenal. My chronicals? Optimal. Solidified. Simplified? Ya drama can't identify, if you visualized osama's room. Switch the vibe to calm and cool or I promise you'll be victimized, put that on obama too. Politicized the song, so ya interest rise to all my views. Pass the torch, I'm above all the rules. In my bag of course, puffing reefer with justin beiber. Fuck ya class report, yall call this school? Im flying off the wall's in all the wombs, stunts to stun the teachers. I lacked support and was taught by fools. The whole staff is poor...no wait...tell rozay, they wont let me in the jungle neither. What you asking for? Rap rapport? Jesus! My shuttlesworth a couple preachers. I'll never give ya brain chances to adjust the speakers. I grew up on the same planet as ray allen and just crashed this course with a buzzer beater.