BRASS PALMZ lyrics : "Retrospectacular"
And you couldn't touch this boy even if you was a priest/
But I'm in the booth, so here's my confession/
I flip these scripts to pursue my profession/
Curing depression like Norepinephrine/
Y'all want to hate then skate like Ovechkin/
It ain't about my capital so I don't give puck/
Going for the doe and you know my flow is buck/
Seven-Thirty duke, I think needs my pills/
'Cause i just moved 'em for a stack of dirty bills/
I ain't got the strap, but I'm packing mills/
And vocabulary skills that'll give your back the chills/
Tingles down your spine when I mingle with your mind/
Lingual Kris Kringle I am gifted with the rhyme/
Epitome of shine pimping get up on your grind/
And chill with the division I am living in my prime/
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