Hatch from Babilu (Redition) by Jamal J.

Private institution attending ass nigga
Used to revel in caucasian ass nigga
Hatch told me indulge in my craft nigga, you niggas ass
I gotta spare them
Aware of the air I gotta share with these niggas
To y'all this a throne, to me it's a chair
Gouge the eyes out of those who stare, let the circle get smaller like every year, no space, no room for squares

And my problem as a youth was refraining from saying nigga
Institutionalized, so bear with them
Niggas do have suicidal tendencies, the crackers just excavatum
Self digging in their soul, but can't bear witness that the Seraphim would be a nigga
God would be a nigga
They said keep your friends close and your enemies closer
Hatch had a hand in my success, I wouldn't know poetry if he gave me the cold shoulder

Damn, that's facts

If I put my mind to it, I could allocate mad quaterns for you niggas, pardon my French
I keep the room reeking of reefer, so please pardon the stench
Pardon the dent God Tier put it in the heads
Mowing the outgrown hair follicles
Rappers round my way biting like carnivores, you niggas dishonorable
A real emcee, last of a dying breed
Hogtie rappers by the feet, hang them like piñatas I gotta beat

Niggas not ready

Mal

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• abstract-rap
• alternative hip-hop
• boom-bap
• conscious hip-hop
• underground rap
• Gaithersburg