holla back @ a couple bars.. or kick a rhyme

[Greg Double]

comin from tacoma, we spit raps out here/ till im tired catch me higher than the atmosphere/
in a class of my peers, remain low key.. dont nobody know-me, chillin with the homies burnin music on my sony/ only let myself control-me.. kick dope-beats like shinobi as i sold-weed, slow to rap upon the mic like cold-feet/ now my inhibitions can not hold-me, i be that single one & that only.. a crazy tiger like tony/ acrobatic like adobe, big ballin like im kobe/ takin cracks at tracks that phony..

 

[Greg Double]

shit fuck a lame-board, im gettin off the same-chord/ puttin text in sleepers faces, get peeps but no replies im thinkin most cats are tasteless/ its a hater game that ima shape-shift, ima buy the game a face-lift.. even if you hate it, there aint no stoppin the music we creatin/ so fuck all secret conversations we speadin heat across the nation/ dubb and suspect on a pace while we racin/

whatever.. some bullshit..

listenen to that new lynch.. 3 am.. smokin weed.. feel me?