Lonely Thoughts (DJ Clyde Blend)

Yeah I see the gun but its a pellet
Yeah the ball is in your court, but its appellate
They sayin Acid was an album retail it
I said I got way too much soul for me to sell it
Thats why godfather tied the cape on my shoulders
Said save em from false prophets and wolves in sheeps clothing
Im a little too hard to be slept on
Im a little too sharp to be stepped on
A little too Pac for the septum
Im so pretty I make mirrors blush
I spit the shit in a party to make your ear adjust
Im a parapalegic parrot with a pair of crutches in a no fly zone
On the phone talking bout how Bush trying to disparage us
Theres a metaphor if I expound
Theres a better score in the next round
Me and raps go together like donuts and fresh ground
Coffee, Im awfully softly spoken
In Autumn, fall leaf clovin
My posters on dry wall and my banners are star spangled
My demons get charred, mangled, Chancelor the Archangel
I dont pray for chart singles
I grab life by the ankle like Kurt Angle
And ask it if its ticklish
Ask me if thats ridiculous
Im a meticulous fickle dude
That just happens to spit a little bit
And you can tell I rapped this off my phone
Cause you can hear that ringtone in the background but Im in the zone