Construction

[Neo Regular]

Looka here:
It aint easy being this fresh and precise when
Needles marking the flesh like a tattoo drawing
blood from ya life
Hard living's got me trippin thinkin about my
motives twice
God's son with a bomb armed with all the latest
technology
let me school you, I'll teach you all the truth
about a college, B
You can do it, you can't compute it, see? That's
technology
computers can't detect the code saved on a harddrive's
more similar to the way I lay bricks down in design
Feminine chicks in the designer fabrics bought from a mall
or a spot on the downlow like cancer in ya underarm
spreading quickly and it's sicka to paint a vivid picture
with ten million guerrilla pimp *****s in uniform
I pipe women, it's psychological how they trippin
wishin I was put in positions of power to buy a mansion
so it shouldn't be a shame when I disappear like a phantom
broke broads who walk across city horizons and they
wish a man with a Tahoe tricked out with the trimming's
gonna pick 'em up and the driver will be about treating women
riiiiiiight...I flow so precise
I know the globe and it's modes, but the 4-4's subtracting ya life
put me on a totem's really one move you can make
contesting with real MCs knowing that death is ya fate
Got me thinking excessively until it's hurting my face
pretty good with a pen and paper, or words typed up in space...
***git.