Playa Hayta - Saafir The Saucee Nomad

It's best you let me wander or I'll taunt 
Ya with my brain 
I'm the editor in chief  
The leaf a rap a dope shit  antique 
Rope kits for the hang time  a 
heinous crime 
'Cause I drain his mind. Open it up  
oh...not 
The same as mine  not the same ass 
rhyme 
Nickel plated statements with nickel 
plated 
Knuckle faded faces. No matter what 
the Race is I hope ya cockpit got shit  
I stock 
Hits. Inventory glorious. I owe me this 
I'm on my homies shit - the homeless 
shown 
This skill is real when I attack from 
the 
Back I'll say a rhyme then pull your 
spinal 
Cord from your torso, more so or 
better 
Yet more or less it's not an option 
I'm coppin' 
A plea seizing a shop and hopin' a 
cop's 
A blow of the past. If not, I'll be 
blowin' 
His ass away. J. Groove is on the cross, I'm 
The heavyweight fader of a playa 
hayta 

Analysis is deep, forever on the peep 
and I'm 
The best, the crest of the ho shit... 
yeah, 
You can't manifest destiny unless it's 
me 
Oh, you don't approve of my moves 
but I'm not 
Starvin' for jargon, so save it. 
My libido is 
The needle to the wax, I like to tax in 
Gazebos, surviving like a mac king, 
clever 
Never lacking when I'm stacking 
endeavors 
I try and try to tell fools, that I've been 
Through hell and my tools ain't the same 
As yours. Coors Light that's what 
they're 
Drinkin', must be I'm wrong yours is 
right 
That's why y