One on The Hip

I’m a gunman with fifteen in the clips, one on the hip and one in the chamber
Nothing stranger than a resentful prick…that’s out for danger
Lyrical whips, flows never drip…they just rip out the container
Hip hop species endangered…the script is bent and twists like a hanger
Money changer…I don’t give a damn about dead presidents 
I’m trying to get dead inventors to occupying my residence
I’m trying to stay relevant… these chumps remain decadent 
Attempting to pin me for a case with trumped up evidence
I keep spitting venomous pestilence…lyrical excellence is my testament
They been blocking me ever since, but they can’t ignore the elephant
My style eloquent…I stay posting… on the block with a Gloc unloading
Lyrical corrosion…exposing… all these fakes and frauds that are boasting
Never joking…leave’em with sad songs like my name was Billy Ocean
I’m slow motion smoking… I got the triple goose…and I’m holding
And if I’m pistols packing…best believe the missiles will be exploding
Watch your back if the industry approaching…they love stroking
Pasty A&R’s coating… “Yes Men”…posing…hoping…to change your motion
See, I’m not only in the game…but I remain on the sidelines coaching
Promoting…realness…look, how many hands does it take for you to feel this?
I got the skills kid…and I keep the game twisted up like a drill bit
Call me the illest…even in the dark I spark lime green…my light is resilient 
And when minds dream…Lyrical scholars…say my rhymes schemes are brilliant
If I ever empty the clip…just know this…I still keep one in the chamber
So if a fake emcee with packed bags tries to trip…remember …I gave them this disclaimer
BANG...



One OnThe Hip

D-Cipher