Broke Bitch

[Verse] Yo, I don’t sugarcoat a word You flicking boogers at nerds, I’ll kick your ass in the ‘burbs I’m rude to adjectives, I disrespect the verbs You’ve got additives in your writtens, you’re better off biting curbs I’m so sick of the chirping, y’all should zip up your chatter You only climbing ladders with some Windex and a squeegee It ain’t easy being hungry like this, I’m getting fatter Than Brendan Fraser in The Whale, y’all Littlefinger in the Vale I’m bending razors like Kuvira, who feels the coup de cœur, huh? No fear of Akira, I got no peer among psychics They stuck on pouring some beer up, I’m watching jaundice get nearer “Is that a robot in the mirror?”, like I work for Oscar Isaac Need the Heimlich when choking, Imma leave a bitch hoping Asked Jeeves which roads I should take to get to Oakland Ain’t opened the vault, you won’t see me with a Pip-Boy With toys like these, who needs gainful employ? Broke bitch, I never broke the poverty line Can’t imagine having kids, every month they’d eat nine times And I’d eat five, outta my weak mind Ain’t no lies when I speak rhymes, I’ll only call the seaside home Once the levels rise so high that Tulsa has a beach, Guy When I’m 85, collecting SSI If we treated DC like Versailles And brought out the guillotines, to cut us off a clean slice Used to need Splice for the samples, now I dig crates Your favorite ingrate on the ramble, can of Campbell’s when we pop art Slow start, but finish first, left in shambles when they hear the verse Keep the purse, and leave a penny for The Thought, Mark Got narcs in your clique, ‘bout to spark up a Bic To a bottle of kerosene, with a cloth out the neck Lost my coppers and shekels on the cost of a Lyft I won’t stop her when she steaming, long as she buys the deck I ain’t Joshing for a Peck, tossing salads for a check Catch you waltzing in a palace? I got bandits with the Tecs Keep the balance over sex, and respect for every gender Except for helicopters, I don’t rock with that agenda I dropped out the placenta with a penchant for the pencil I’m a vessel for the vengeance of the men they call “The Devil” I don’t revel in the settlement, could mention every element But rather find the core of every anguish in the testaments Leveraging a life of Scrabble, to tell the rabble That the Tower of Babel was smaller than their chapel I grapple with forbidden knowledge, apples that I bit in college Hostage of the castles, the bastards built with carnage, woah Honored in Carthage, in advance of the Romans What they wrote in Phoenician was the ode to my homies That’s an homage from the authors that were lost with the motion Of the objects in the sky, the bodice of the most-high Got him off the Lo-Fi, gentrified Like I’m Silverlake or Highland Park, built-to-break IKEA parts Ain’t no heart to the kingdom, symptom of the colonized Only had the mettle ‘til they whetted, then they oxidized Traumatized by the complex, imprisoned by industry “You can’t sit with me” ass rappers, indifferent to their synergy You’ll live with me, spitting rent free, in your consciousness Optimized, no Optimus, cross the line, no armistice Itemized, so doctors don’t get extra when they cost a death Off the sinsemilla, had me coughing hard, and yacking next Back to flexing how I got the tech they’d sell their soul to get Told I’m testing patience, let ‘em age, before they clean the mess Need maids, man, no laymen, no vape ban, no hang ten I ain’t that type of white, all my lines could make the blade bend From Kaelin to Oh Gosh, from K Le to Kount Koal You ain’t safe posting beats on your accounts no more I’ll take a bite of each one like a MacIntosh logo How I’m dropping tracks this long, and you acting like you don’t know? Stop the bullshit I need my fucking roses