Bantamburgh

Seems to me, there seems to be
A disease within the community
An immunity to dealing
And feeling for your brother

Would your mother be proud
If you allowed her to know
If you showed your clouds
Because man you're raining far beyond training

Definitely disturbing and disdaining not naming anyone
The file'll take a while
I can't smile when I think of the small town game
No claim to fame when you're at one with shame

So let's stop. I ain't here to harass you like a cop
But the dilemma is just like a crop
Rotten roots'll weaken and make your crop drop and go

Plop, plop, fizz, fizz
Please stick your nose inside my biz
It is the way of the day where the garlic grows
Everybody knows about ya, doubt ya

Less shit to the spit if they were without ya
Rumors, lies, shanks in the back
The shack has crank while the bank has crack

You'd yell if you'd smelled where I've dwelled
A parade in the shade and if you've played you've played
You've paid

It goes a little like a bang, I can do anything
When I'm walking down the street
I'm talking lingo and slang

I don't sing, but bring the ring to the bride
Inside I glide to the steps, 'cause I'm adept

OK skills from the buzzard inept
I've sat on the hat of Stanford
Branford Marsalis, pissed at Stern, don't even tell us

Fuzz on the peach of society
Attitudes to the right ain't right to me

Grow? How can you when the soil blows
You got shit flippin' up your nose

I'll speak one time to thee
You can speak when I speak
You can even label me a sly geek

You can diss
My ass seven days in one week

But rotten roots, theyll weaken
And make your crop drop right down