Dank Ink Rozz Dyliams

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I just sit and think
About how good it is to let the dishes stack up in the kitchen sink
Sponge in hand I’ll let the water run
Soap blender
Break dish and break another one
You like my records here’s another one
See I got a long list of long plays and now it’s a longer one
Hard working when I’m up late
On the midnight ramble tip finding a sample to truncate
I like to keep the tracks in a rough state and let the gristle throb like 20 Jazz Funk Greats
And as far as this shit
I got enough tapes in if you wanna beat I got one if you got enough papes
Matter of fact I got three or four, five six
And I’m all up in the mix of the [?] sort
And I’m the main mayne from Maine to the Pacific Shore
Shit if you don’t love to rip it what you rippin’ for

[Hook]
Smoke
Dank
Ink
Think
Tank

[Verse 2]
My mic sound nice but my beat nicer
I got heat like the heat miser
I’m an elite writer
And if the shit could ever be tighter
Then it would probably be a felony to touch it you pedophiler
But I’m a sceno piler, beat maker
I do my own shit
I’m not trying to be a scene saver
Put my name in 3D like a screensaver
Green laser major with the 1993 pager
Connected to the hip and it be going off
When I’m going off
It’s on every emcee producer that’s flowing soft
Cause I’m never not going harder
I'ma throw it larger
Critics say that I’m so bizarre
(Well, you are)
Big ears, Light skin
I’m the rapper guy and the only emcee I feel is me and even that’s a lie
But now that my manic period is over
I gotta start from scratch and re-learn the same shit as I get older