Yeah But I can Rhyme Though Homeboy Sandman

[Verse One]:
Sand, you a hard brother to figure out
Recitin' Roots verses takin' curses and "nigga" out
Can't even bring ya to clubs
Unlimited women out
DJ spin' any ignorant rhythms you wiggin' out
Isn't it a drag, draggin' round that bag that you livin' out?
Cause you don't have any pad any flat any crib or house
That beat of your own drum sounds more like a bounce to a different couch

Yeah, but I can rhyme though

You've been rockin' them sweatpants for 10 years
What's up with that beard?
Boy is that weird
This isn't a war zone, fatigues aren't tact here
Your wardrobe screams I'm the brokest cat here
It screams it loud and clear
You need a real career, this isn't North Korea
You're livin' in a capitalist state
And your capital's scarce

Yeah, but I can rhyme though

[Hook]:
Some are rather direct
Some would rather to eschew
Some would rather to wreck
Some would rather to rescue
When none of that works
Cats will gather to test you
But fans will gather to check you
A melody pure and true