Reluctant as a sex symbol… but fuck it I’m ya sex symbol

Fa’real I’m in this room
It is populated with dimes tho
The fuck do I know?
I don’t know n’ery none of them why tho?
Dawg, I can’t call it
Make it my job — it’s my 9 to 5 now
To get to know you
Find some time, set it aside to dine on…
Dinner and movies
You might decline thinkin I’m the type or kind that plays with minds
I never play mind games, ‘specially when I find a mind that is fine
Wicked, a wicked lil boy — call me whenever if ever
I’d be inclined to dial 9, open a line, I wouldn’t mind
Talking bout this and bout that
Issues most niggas would never
I won’t shake salt on dem boys, but listen here this isn’t pepper
This is as real as it ever gets…
I offend them on records; In person: know me to love me
Love me, you love me forever
Dawg, L.O. — possessed by the devil
You into what I’m into?
Let’s do a connect 4
Minus about two chips, no breezies just these two oop!
You, me, and these two lips
Just you, me, no youtube clips

Reluctant as a sex symbol… but fuck it I’m ya sex symbol

Sweat out… salt water from your left temple
Rapper / slip it out that packaged wrapper
It’s rubber
Buncha racket when a nigga fuck ya
That’s awful… same mouth I let my momma talk to
Forgive me, flaunt it, fuck it, that’s in me… um
Offending, then I call you dial your number out
We can give brains
We can suck that dummy out
You gon’ make me beg — now I know what bein’ bummy bout
Birds and the honeybees
I turn pug-ugly when I do my cumming thing
pass out and catch a hundred Zs
Oooh LastO, se habla en espanol?
Too caliente for you and yours to handle
Attitude is on fuck it; like fuck the things yo man say (you ain’t got a man, do you?)

Well if you got a man, then where’s ya man?
I be just inquiring
It ain’t really that pressing
Ain’t like I’m gonna cry or nothing
Plus it’s never shade, cause listen, I don’t like them type of tans
If he wack, well then he wack, then dust him off and try again
But fuck if that’s ya taste, well then you like that
Throw them spices in
Cause I could fish that ocean where all of them other Pisces swim
I don’t give a damn about what’s T or if the ice is in
I don’t give a fuck about your Judys if they chimin’ in
10 digits to reach me, you can write them or can dial them in
Cause you have got a colon I would like to stick my hyphen in
Or I could take your number
You’ll get mine when I type “Hi” then SEND
I don’t drink no cold ones
Just this piff and then the pipe it’s in
I could whistle up this taxi
Back to my apartment in Brooklyn
Where I got this ceiling and this upholstery or
We could take it slowly
Social networks you can add me;
@ me on Twitter
But I ain’t really known for being chatty

Because what’s going on in Chicago with this violence is ridiculous. And any emcee/rapper not using their voice to be an agent for change is a weak hot mess. Production by long-time collaborator with Tim’m (e.g., “Get Free” on Blakkboy Blues, “3” on In Security: The Golden Error) Eddy J. Free, and vocals by the siren himself, Nhojj, Tim’m offers snapshots as an alternative to gunshots. The city surely needs it. Take a picture.

3eanuts:

September 9, 1959 — see The Complete Peanuts 1959-1962

3eanuts:

September 9, 1959 — see The Complete Peanuts 1959-1962

openminded2040:

click the pic

openminded2040:

click the pic

(via eddyjfree)