The Spy, Free Car, Free Cat (I write to the More Bounce to the Ounce Beat that is Permanently Stuck in my Head due to 80s 818 east of Woodman Avenue)

More than a stolen moment/a shorted market/it’s five AM/But stuck on a moment/Lil Matt died/Toung-Tied/Told my homei/loved that kid/saw him quick wit/move from bummy/to stunting/but the secret of this society/demonized identities/and he slit his wrists for cheese/but nobody knows/it’s a homicide/and top dog greed/but so I looked/I got that look/nobody home/clown ass white boy/but brown heart not toy/ready to blast/but first need math class/college for those on the run/weighs on me like ton/but to the danger killers/loose on the run/I got more ounce than your bounce/and your cat brung/that girl Crystal/you knew what it do/make imperial courts jump up blue balls for you not your crew/no count population grew/fill up the maternity ward crude/Rest in Peace from Big Joe to Lil Matt grew nuts until the streets snake you/and that is a wrap my dude/much more trap in tune/slap back start feud/and all that so

/Jimmy crack corn/Don’t care/my bones’ cold/slip slap paddy wack/100/I seen you/Cash Money I’m on that too/but I was to blind to follow a few/went for self and 40 is the new sweet 16/with 16 bars and my interscope breath pointing on goldman sachs/118/5/held at large to strive/brand new life/zip up piro/you got got with a hoe/and I’m sliding on Jays with a pimp stroll/the only celebration for me/ open that pack up to treat/your mind is free/lightning blue jewel/the money never made a man real/no steel/no deal/just the heart for your block and family/me, The drama sure south of Bakersfield/up on a limb like harpy/ free spy/Free Car/and Fat Cats.

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