Khali's Joint

I can see through these bogus fools

As if they were bills that were counterfeited.

I can also shrug off the bullshit they’re flossing—

Through their handshakes and friendly gestures.

Niggas love to talk sweet, right?

I am now their dentist cuz’ I’ll fill those cavities in.

Call me a wizard because of the way I bend words.

It is easily comparable to denting a metal spoon.

My sorcery is mind-blowing, pure absurdity.

It’s like re-defying gravity.

My lyrics can wrap around your wrists like bracelets and rolexes.

Get into a beef with me and I’ll leave you in a brace.

Have you sittin’ still in your hospital bed after I’m

done slaughtering you on the beat.

I call this poem Khali’s Joint—

Cuz’ I smoke these haters like one.

Speaking of blazin’

I might spark me a spliff after the cypher is done.

The inks in my pens are that flawless.

They don’t leave any splotch marks.

Fine point, nothing rigid or cheap.

This style I wore for years now—

Niggas now are desperate to fit into it.

They’re not big enough for these clothes.