Lyrics 72 Bars for Chosenberg - Homeboy Sandman

72 Bars for Chosenberg

Angel from Elmhurst
Bumping Von Pea in a RIP Sean Bell shirt
Been lived off of sardines and orange seltzer
It was all self serve
This is for the wealthy and those on welfare
This is for the healthy and them needing healthcare
Ya’ll help’s here
Cats be telling tales, signs is all telltale
Cats ain’t dropping science, minors are selling tail
I represent a limited fraction
People who ain’t emceeing just to get a piece of the action
We was writing numbers in defense of the faction
While cats was busy tryna get girls to put they numbers on napkins
Cases wasn’t as easy to crack then
Now everybody’s selling crack, PD be releasing the kraken
From listening to crap instead of listening to craftsmen
Shit’ll get your whole clique just click clackin
Figure they gonna ball like the Pac 10 -- blue approach
They get ghost you could call em the Pacmen
Living so will get your soul colder than Aspen
Robbins and Baskin
People say I’m preachy so they call me the chaplain
Call me the reverend
When they see me in heaven they gon call me the Clapton
My life is like a movie where I’m doing the casting
And everything’s captioned
Only law I follow is the law of attraction
5−0 listen yous only 5 that I listen to is the Jacksons
I don’t gotta frown in a pic to be masculine
Where’s the dark brown when I’m flipping through Maxim?
I was going down when I was running around blasted
Now if I’m going down then I’m going down blasting
Before I found my path had to deal with my past shit
Lost but now I’m found, time to follow my passion
Cats turn crab like Sebastian
Ever since the boy got big quicker than Josh Baskin
Months back I was set for blowing a gasket
Six months later all this glory to bask in
What enhances forward advancement is one head years ahead
Sorta like Demi and Ashton
Ain’t seen this much soul since Simpson & Ashford
Any record that gets a asterisk, you asked for it
Guess I’m an insensitive bastard
For doing well when album sales is going to hell in a handbasket
And other rappers' riders asking for an aspirin
And antacid
This ain’t the time to have a seatbelt that’s unfastened
It’s hunting season, time to season up something fattening
I’m done fasting
Finally cats at Sony listenin the one catch is
I’m Cassius
I’m about to put a tape out in dot dashes
I ain’t gotta put a tape out with Kardashian
More the type of cat concerned with the fall of fascists
Less the type of cat concerned with the fall fashions
More the type of cat that’s given to hold classes
Less the type of cat for giving out hall passes
More the cat to backlash for whips that lashed black backs
Than act whipped for bad chicks that bat lashes
Chillin in b-boy stances
I keep poised when cats deploy p-noid glances
Now this side of the fence where the green grass
So cats gimme congrats muchos gracias
Label head tried employing the greed tactics
OD, as if it wasn’t me rapping
My lawyer stepped up, causing the mean racket
Won the masters, gimme the green jacket
Young, black, and accurate
SAND is an acronym
Slamming Acumen
No Doubt
Couldn’t count the amount of couches that fold out
That I’ve rolled out cause cats hold me down when it’s cold out
When a cat ain’t holding no amount
Cause they know I’m gonna announce what’s up with us
Sure enough and I’m showing up and I’m always showing out owwwwww