Soliloquy - Isaiah Rashad

I left my daddy round '97, he was lazy

Couldn’t hit the grind but making babies, I’m crazy

Smoking bouquet cop it from my niggas pushing daisies

Like a romance, push a nigga buttons like a program

I been on the Jäger for a day-ger watch me slow dance

Tough as Conan this the art of barbarian

I got four white girls all Aryan

I wonder what their daddy think fuck 'em, it’s a revolution

Fuck it, fuck 'em, take a break, let 'em fuck each other

I ain’t your everyday normal brother, porno lover

She savin' children by the low and guzzle, what is muscle?

And I’m finessing like I’m Timmy Duncan, win you something

Immaculate, this scatter rapping, no passing my blunt

Don’t you put me on freshman covers, I’m posing with lunch

Think they worthy of presence presently passing 'em up

No competing with bleachers jogging I’m running a muck

Sweet Jesus, I fuck around and need a street sweeper

Leave the bodies on the cul-de-sac, follow me the cult is back

Sippin' on that cognac and that Jim Jones

Watching movies like damn that Vince Vaughn is a funny cat

Fred Claus and the Kelly up in your closet

Belly full of smog again, ciggys just make me nauseous

Wonder how the fuck you let a nigga make you cautious

But you jamming out to fucking Marilyn and Ozzy shit

Ponzi scheme selling everybody dreams

Killer like your neighbour, I’m as nice everybody seems

We just breaking bad and my brother serving Walter White

Hope he ain’t caught with that possession like a poltergeist

Momma, where the Priests at?

Why we gotta lease that?

Why we can’t own that?

All these fed loaners

Ain’t no forewarning came bombing and I’m just Vietnam

If you gon' be trippin' like a bitch, you should be a mom, see the son