Rocksteady then Bebop

[Mr. J]

Word to the OG's, I get it in like gold teeth
Chew the fat, eat a biter and his whole team
I can only be blunt, rolled weed by the o z.
Window up, AC off, hot box until my nose bleed.
Moses sweating the flood, not the free throw
Each shot hitting, you on the block, knees blown.
Better off watching from the bench, we know...
2-3 zone, play off the screen, breach below.
Give homey credit whenever he took the charge
Scrambled to his feet and then shook it off.
Must've been subliminal, ref couldn't call.
Even between the lines it started looking odd..
Lil' Bow Wow had trouble, laced the Nik's.
Had bigger dreams of one day blazing mic's.
Wrote 20 bars, 40, 80 always up late at night.
Wondered where the time went, aging like...
20, 40, maybe now is when he made it right
Several eggs scrambled amongst Asian rice.
Soy sauce, boy lost in the times of glory.
When one mentions pain, in slides a story.
It's broken, the same as each device before me.
Each pen to each overwritten allegory.
The crowd knows a top the filled coliseum...
Why entertain a washed up wallowed reason?
Those salty enough to fall only swallowed seasons.
Never had flavor, all filing, Chicago deep dish.
Call it how I see em, you'sa leaning tower
With a little guidance you might seem empowered.
I seen them try, then I seen them cower.
Play the art, catch the shells, yelling pizza power...
Now they masked up hiding in the sewers.
And whose lines were they rhyming....it was yours..