Central Park - Billy Woods, DJ Addikt

It came in two pieces

No arm no breakdown

Still felt like gifts from Jesus

Water in a drought

If you scared/go in the house

Married to the game

Abusing my spouse

Bout it like Victor Bout

Mums the word

Idiots open they mouth remove all doubt

I’m in the park when it’s dark out

Twist the bark/hands of a surgeon

Never went the shark route

Eggs from a sturgeon/sour candy from an urchin

Ask not for whom The Raven’s perching

It caws for you

Tower of London when I punch in

For him/they built a supermax under the dungeon

Panopticon octagon within an octagon

Rapped my way out like word is bond

My 10 percent was militant

Knowledge of self/niggerich/negro recidivist

Lonely hearts club

Apparently I’m the only rapper that didn’t fuck your bitch

Yet

In lieu of respect I’m now accepting certified checks

Wade through the crowd/swiper in hand

Shorties unconvinced when I say I’m with the band