Bardo PremRock (Ft. ​billy woods)

[Verse 1: PremRock]
And if these walls could chime in, they’d stress importance of time
And all the many moons it took you to really grasp the assignment
Muttering something 'bout chakras and alignment
I be at the mom and pop shop to drop me off some consignment
Allow me to get my affairs in order
Gifting the curse of truly a rare disorder
Self examination, pull up a chair for the paranoia
Your politics see-through
Glasnost the perestroika
Pause a beat lock in a second, Dustin Pedroia
Dominican barber, Russian employer
Skittish around the Yiddish lawyer
Smells like dust in the foyer
Neighbor burnin' down sherm like
Turning down the turnpike
Still too shook to say “Kid, this stuff will destroy ya”
I’m playing hard to earn, hard to get, hard to chart
Play connect the blemish, they're backstabbers, Monica Seles
No tennis, the OJs playas, I make a slow entrance
Language at odds like French and Flemish
I’m sippin’ a Belgian, you can bet you’re indebted me
I suggest a line of credit, nah forget it
OG left me with a twist on an old expression
Either you’re holding the loaded weapon
Or hoeing up rhododendrons