Lennox from Plum Whisky by Davis

bald fade from the Jamaicans got a nigga lookin like Lennox
cranium corrals concepts into Celebrimbor-crafted stash box
griffin guarded and padlocked
curses from the Ebony Maw cut cornea of cyclops
"who done it?" said, "Nobody, nigga gon kick rocks."
fist first out the void like Leorio
freaky like Voldo
act like Mr. Popo round white folks they still call the popo
cause yo skin yo logo and yo pockets only so-so
swore to never kill myself for a crackers dollar
rather live happily in squalor
sippin' two buck chuck
with my equals and my peoples blowin sawbucks
five dolla hollas
blue collar scholars
the last of the joy at the bottom of a bottle
sonics silky like messages with implications filthy from a midnight caller
dogs off the leashes
Rottweilers off the collar
shadowboxin' d'evils
Hurricane Carter meets Kara Walker
change they visage but the got the same agendas
facade crumbles into something way more sinister
innocents blood christen by bishops for the baptism
bear the weight of the world's wisdom
refracted like light in a prism
dark side of the moon
too cold for you coons
leave ya mental split, a great schism

• Chicago
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