DESCRIPTION:
Rapping over "Time Patrol" by Kode9 & the Spaceape

You wanna see what I see?
Look into my eyes, Bambi in the high beams
You wanna be what I be?
Then I'm coming for you neck like the French and a guillotine
Running more shit than the legs of a centipede
Cigarillo gut it out and fill it up with cigaweed
Smoking hydroponically grown trees
I'm what the game's been missing like Wiz Khalifa's car keys
Anthrax in the toilet bowl cause you know that I be killing shit
Can't pass the blunt cause you know I take the biggest hits
Old heads saying don't get into this?
Fool don't you know I'm limitless?
Son I spit that wickedness
And there's no way you can limit this
So study under the Two Gunz Up apprenticeship
Far above the average
With emotional baggage
You can't understand my pain like it's a foreign language
No habla Cobra Austin
Jumped from San Juan to Dorchester, Boston
Modern day nomad, the boy without a city
The boy without a dream and who doesn't need your pity
Clicked my Vans 3 times and proved that I could go back home
But I fear I won't see the Stuy again until I'm full grown
And man I'm so exhausted from watching the throne
So I carved my own detour into the path of the unknown

College postponed my chance to get full blown and be well known
Geology, I get full stoned, and break beats like neck bones
I shine shone like past tense my words dense no pretense
To cover up my intelligence y'all straight stiffs can get bent
I spark spliffs like incense
Y'all raped the game, no consent
Stupid niggas ain't got no sense
I bought the house you tried to rent
I been to places you never went
Your brain's still using 10 percent
Well use this song as a supplement
With wack niggas I circumvent
Popped one just like a Percocet
Pop two and now feelings flushing out my system
Pop three and I'm feeling just like Sonny Liston
Swung at my common sense but I missed him
Going hard in the paint like a Piston
Can I get an amen just like a Christian?
Hallelujah like a Baptist and you will never cap this
Like an open bottle
Dropped 20 stacks just to pour it on a model?
Fighter and a thinker you can call me Arestotle
And you know I spit game in the name of God almighty
Floating in the air so I'm feeling sorta kite-y
Dress in all black when I'm feeling sorta whitey
Young gentleman cause I'm oh so polite-y
Good night-y

The world is a whole different place when the sun goes down
Boston in my sneaks cause I run this town
Cobra Austin, he's young and brown
But he lacks that voice, he ain't got that sound
Been doubted so much that I can't keep count
Cop oz.s cause I can't get it by the pound
Used to be the king but he pawned his crown
For some rock he could smoke when he's feeling down
Walked in as he was walking out
Seen the crown on the shelf and without a doubt
Knew it was something I couldn't live without
So I took it to the front and placed in on the checkout
The clerk said to me "Do you know what this is?
This was made for a man and you just a kid
It would be irresponsible of me just to have you let
This thing when you ain't even earned it yet
So put this crown back on the shelf and spend that money on some new shoes
And come back in a couple years and take this time to pay your dues
Cause I see it in your eyes that you think you deserve it
But take a step back and think if its worth it
Cause with this crown comes competition
And it'll soon take over the lie you're living"

5-song album dropping soon...