Protein - RATKING

Ain’t been to church since back in the day

Used to go to church back in the day

Smacked and i’d pray, now I just laugh in dismay

The earth is fucked, the city is gone

Is it worth for Wiki the Don?

Sickly upon, grittier songs

Its the P-R-O-T-E-I-N, important portent of the past when I pen

Native nectar with the rats in the pen

Tokyo triggers, sans, gats and Benz, what

Teenage roughs ain’t got nut

Nuthin' but a dream on the corner, brusk

That ain’t gonna start stuff

A wave for the peeps and pretty girls who adore us

Came to award mutts, licks and kisses, no cuffin' to the tours up

Which brings me to the Chant I cry thru my corpus for the gorgeous

Protein hold me, against my will

I will get my time to kill, If I don’t get my thrill

My will’s to write a verse thats ill enough to get you filled

Keep you strong, make sure you keep keeping on

Protein hold me, against my will

I will get my time to kill, If I don’t get my thrill

My will’s to write a verse thats ill enough to get you filled

Keep you strong, make sure you keep keeping on

What was life like, between this meal and last

What’d you see, where it take you

If lights were dimmed, would skies be any clearer

Addle lines from adamize, peach war your mental valet

Up to you to pluck your protein

Rowdy kids cheatin' on the sun rise

Borken paddle for a joyride

Hop on a good foot, do the damn thing

Slackin' on your city slang

Teach ya' what ya' teacher did’t taught ya

Didn’t learn to write in school

This ain’t 90's revival, its earlier, its tribal revival

Before you learned from a Bible, you learn from your rivals

Whose urgence was liable, to merk em' and leave em' in piles

Before I get to earn that chieftain as my title

For my mutt fucked up people to admire, I sigh at the reply of your sire

I am you people, your equal, your writer

I am a simple pied pipe, I write what it is you desire

Maybe if I-ya… I-ya, use a metaphor to describe the

City’s my cell, mayors my warden, I’m a lifer

Protein hold me, against my will

I will get my time to kill, If I don’t get my thrill

My will’s to write a verse thats ill enough to get you filled

Keep you strong, make sure you keep keeping on

While you shit in a toilet, I spit it is boiling

Eyes wide open, I’m floating, my shit’s buoyant

You blinking and sinking when anointed with the ointment

The ointment is my spit, I coined it a poison, or a cure if enjoying

These word that been toiling

In my head trying to get poignant as possible out my skull

Avoiding the obstacles that unfold, and is it plausible I have a soul

If i drag my feet for weeks, 'til I don’t have soles