Bullet Proof Diary

Money in the zip duffle bag, shotgun shells
My killer gorillas couldn't be seen by gazelles
We're swift, move in and out like fuckin' Pharrell
Tryin' to be a cowboy, fool you aren't in Terrell
I've got these cats speakin' like Sabrina casted a spell
Like a spider in a sink, you can't get out
Make you shit your draws so that you stink like a sprout

Rowan Sebastian Atkinson in the NFL
Imagine a tackle on him, that's how your friend felt
I'm a West-Coast assassin, bitch I killed Biggie
You hit my nigga 'Pac and now somethin' wrong with me
I keep my rhymes tight to the line like tracing paper
And If I mess it up I'll misbehave like Tracy Beaker
Fill up my sneakers, just to stand tall like a NBA Laker

I'm old school and all about that 90's music
Hearin' fake rappers, Justin B and NCD made me lose it
Combine LCD with Motown so that I can fuse it
The past was our future, the future is now bleak
Used to rev up to get up now we prefer to lay in the seat
Times have changed from meanigful lyrics to loud beats
This is a bulletproof dairy, place for me to contain and refrain
From spittin' shit into other's minds and turnin' them insane