72 Bars for Chosenberg - Homeboy Sandman

Angel from Elmhurst

Bumping Von Pea in a RIP Sean Bell shirt

Been lived off of sardines and orange seltzer

It was all self serve

This is for the wealthy and those on welfare

This is for the healthy and them needing healthcare

Ya’ll help’s here

Cats be telling tales, signs is all telltale

Cats ain’t dropping science, minors are selling tail

I represent a limited fraction

People who ain’t emceeing just to get a piece of the action

We was writing numbers in defense of the faction

While cats was busy tryna get girls to put they numbers on napkins

Cases wasn’t as easy to crack then

Now everybody’s selling crack, PD be releasing the kraken

From listening to crap instead of listening to craftsmen

Shit’ll get your whole clique just click clackin

Figure they gonna ball like the Pac 10 -- blue approach

They get ghost you could call em the Pacmen

Living so will get your soul colder than Aspen

Robbins and Baskin

People say I’m preachy so they call me the chaplain

Call me the reverend

When they see me in heaven they gon call me the Clapton

My life is like a movie where I’m doing the casting

And everything’s captioned

Only law I follow is the law of attraction

5−0 listen yous only 5 that I listen to is the Jacksons

I don’t gotta frown in a pic to be masculine

Where’s the dark brown when I’m flipping through Maxim?

I was going down when I was running around blasted

Now if I’m going down then I’m going down blasting

Before I found my path had to deal with my past shit

Lost but now I’m found, time to follow my passion

Cats turn crab like Sebastian

Ever since the boy got big quicker than Josh Baskin

Months back I was set for blowing a gasket

Six months later all this glory to bask in

What enhances forward advancement is one head years ahead

Sorta like Demi and Ashton

Ain’t seen this much soul since Simpson & Ashford

Any record that gets a asterisk, you asked for it

Guess I’m an insensitive bastard

For doing well when album sales is going to hell in a handbasket

And other rappers' riders asking for an aspirin

And antacid

This ain’t the time to have a seatbelt that’s unfastened

It’s hunting season, time to season up something fattening

I’m done fasting

Finally cats at Sony listenin the one catch is

I’m Cassius

I’m about to put a tape out in dot dashes

I ain’t gotta put a tape out with Kardashian

More the type of cat concerned with the fall of fascists

Less the type of cat concerned with the fall fashions

More the type of cat that’s given to hold classes

Less the type of cat for giving out hall passes

More the cat to backlash for whips that lashed black backs

Than act whipped for bad chicks that bat lashes

Chillin in b-boy stances

I keep poised when cats deploy p-noid glances

Now this side of the fence where the green grass

So cats gimme congrats muchos gracias

Label head tried employing the greed tactics

OD, as if it wasn’t me rapping

My lawyer stepped up, causing the mean racket

Won the masters, gimme the green jacket

Young, black, and accurate

SAND is an acronym

Slamming Acumen

No Doubt

Couldn’t count the amount of couches that fold out

That I’ve rolled out cause cats hold me down when it’s cold out

When a cat ain’t holding no amount

Cause they know I’m gonna announce what’s up with us

Sure enough and I’m showing up and I’m always showing out owwwwww