"Posture"



Verse 1.
Divine poet. Divine wine? Guess I'll po' it. Kung Fu Panda, more than likely I'ma Po it.
Stick around long enough I'll show you my bear necessities.
This brought to you by a third of my random raving remedies.
Grew out of shife timidy.
Not a man of high fashion but I keep a few accessories to exalt what may seem of high taste. Know your own stakes. Ever since 07' been movin at my own pace, eff a race, nigga.


Hook
We knew they weren't gon' throw us a bone. How naive you thought we were waiting?
Never hung with the ones who wouldn't talk. We're about to build our own stations.
Still tryna understand most of y'all, that ADD so crazy.
You need to fix you're posture.


Verse 2.
I don't know where I got my height from. I don't know where I got my eyes from, but Maryland where I come from.
I don't know where I got my heart from. One day something told me to never run, regardless of the outcome.
Now who can say they always stuck to their gun. Used to cross my line of decency for fun. Now I shoot from the hip. In the way while I'm positionin' that barrel, that's what you get. I highly advise you to show your kids now how to take a hit.
That goes for both sexes.
Now-a-days they say men be actin' like women, when that's demeaning to women. The meaning of catching feelings. You sittin' over there iggin'.
I just say y'all actin like children then move to the next.
Time don't heal nothin', nah, it only keep goin'. Detect the outcome, but you don't, a lot of y'all loafin'.
Don't be lookin' at us, scopin'.
We outchea motor boatin' Mother Nature's bussom, ain't perverted how we get her open.


Hook [repeats 2x]


Written by: James "Husky Hazel" Lane