Women come, women go
Talking of Michelangelo

Let us go then, you and I,
Darkness drawn upon the sky
Like a patient etherized
Lay me down, I just might die
Restless nights, cheap hotels
Dusty bars, oyster shells
Streets be leading straight to hell;
She just might ask, I ain't gon tell

Women come, women go
Talking of Michelangelo

There gon be time to meet, time to greet
Time to kill, time to weep
Time for you, time for me
Change yo mind, delete that tweet
Devise my sly, revise my lies
No surprise, fat on my thighs
Drink my drank: it's supersized;
Gat the Gap: commercialized.
Do I dare, do I dare
Descend the stair, show my hair?
Haters, dissers everywhere
What they think: I think I care
Which is worse? Am I cursed?
May I disturb the universe?
Doing time with my rhymes
I’ma spit the hardest crimes
Seen em all, seen em ball
They stood tall but heard em fall
Afternoons, Coffeespoons
Dying voices: Murder Room.

Seen them gangstas, blow by blow
I been high, I been low
Was I stupid, Was I slow?
Still I ain’t gon snitch, I know.
I seen hookers, I seen whores
Seen all them arms round here before
Shake it fast, pour up that glass
Scuse me if I’m talking crass
Shoulda been a silent crab
In the deep, take my naps
But instead I scribe my raps
In my beats I’m laying traps
Wake her up, time to go
Do I ask? Do she know?
Could this be a perfect show?
Hellagood? HellaNO!
I’m no prophet, ain’t my head
I’m not greatness, I’m just dead
Cause round my hood it’s bloody red
Them grimmest reapers wearing dreds

Women come, women go
Talking of Michelangelo