Freestyle High Sticky Crew #9

High Sticky Crew, your boy Reks what it do...

Bartician we spar different these thoughts is mama living check to check neck to neck in debt driven exiting the sit ins we rebel army building nation under one flag go and get the bag mission at distance seems limit to skies listen they don't see your vision dont break bread with 'em head to head collision nah this lane clear same as who lame fools we ain't on the same tier paint pure Basquiat God body art thespian rappers got Tom Hardy chops venomous talk but menace you not no Dennis in you pen and pencil got potential to end you akin to drug you phen - ta - nyl bow down to the thrown of a man A skill you miniscule small fries selling whoppers lies clan of unknown watch darkness rise word to Rick James I spit flames ain't shit changed stick to delirium we hustlin ethereum nft exploring em tesla my DeLorean ahead of time bars 'lizabethan and Victorian Corey in a coming of age story boy meets world a pearl in the soil he a concrete gem surely early birdie on my stretches in the nexus building pyramids with professors
I'm a student first mostly of the universe
You in search of quality I got it in unquantified quantities Ponder pon these seeds I planted got the gift of gab give em flowers while they on the planet Panoramic vantage view so I spew like the Tommy gun who toe to toe with reks honestly prolly one maybe two few more Rushmore mount it and chisel off the faces of them dead racist clowns is political puppets my lyrical touch is a cross between consciousness and crucifying suckas
Duckets out in swiss land Swiss Frank's
In hand bout sticky as the high crew is I do this to prove its the creme de la creme
Globetrotter him use abacus to add up swiss cheese again ahem coughed up a lougie on this Willie B instruments king supreme sentiment infinite