Wackness Like - Lpg

How many seconds have passed how many been added

Time travel tickles my dreams so I got to have

And if I could then I would reach out and grab it

I guess its good cuz you can’t loose it if you never had it

It used to be like everyday for me a bad habit

Another page another song I was a rhyme addict

Followed the lead or a time ya a dime bag it

I knew I couldn’t concede and so I toe tag it

Left it for dead I didn’t need was a word fanatic

Wrote it in red cuz I bleed it junk is automatic

Its not spar attic erratic its always been classic

Track as far back as you want you’ll find the same pattern

And with your game tattered and torn in pieces reppin Jesus

With your whack releases it didn’t matter

You still ain’t got your data right

Still ain’t holden down the mic

Still ain’t looking for the fight

So tell me what that whackness like

I flip through pages of past rants a rages outrageous

Navigatin yall through lifes mazes amazing

I’m standin gazin at power lines through blazin and

Watchin clouds chasin eachother to try erasin

Good days and it seems their hard work is payin off

But still I keep pluggin away and I’m stayin lost in beats

And lost in rhymes and lost in mind travel and

Timeless battle raps for you to catch what I’m after

I snatch the titles of the weak when I wind through traffic

The peak I find with no hassle and no askin directions

I run past the finish line while writin from right to left like your

Pen is blind and their might be none like me

Ask your crew if you should test me

I 'm legendary hence we meet them make a name for yourself mc’s

But trust I busted on crews ten deep at mic’s open

While you was deciding whether or not to take grandmas invitation

To Sunday school fool I dueled with the greatest

While these youngbucks be tryin to entertain and be the lastest

I lived this for ages no fads or ackin right

I know what set I claim and you, what that wackness like

Now this question’s interesting seeing how

Cats are messing up what our forefathers put down

Sounds like a bunch of clowns who ain’t tight

They’re not even doing it right!

You know the type

At the open mics (that is when you can find them)

Rhyming with like ten fools behind 'em cheerleading

A Glee Club?

When you’re wack, I guess you need 'em just to see love

That’s cheating and defeating the purpose of MC’n

I seen 'em

What they’re speaking is worthless to me

And those who know the meaning

Suppose you’re fiendin' for a team in the game with more seasoning

Judging from what you’re seeing, they’re few and far between

And that’s what that wackness like

True talent turns mattress type. Slept on

I got a bag of Lays on my shoulder you wept on

There’s no justice. Just ice

We kept on bringing the heat to the homies in the street

As soon as Mr. Baker lays the beat, the fakers will retreat

We gon' make like the Lakers

LPG we gon' 3-peat

Cuz it ain’t right if it ain’t tight

But that’s just what those Rats are like

So what that wackness like huh?