Or - Homeboy Sandman

Come on, Sport!

I was pulling strings while you was stealing strings from jansport

You could never break fly if you was an airport

You could never get airborne

You’re the type of cat that a care bear never could care for

Never should have stepped in my territory

Who you shaved your beard off and dyed your hair for?

Homie like a test that you never prepared for

Given in a class that you never was there for

You could never roll this deep if you joined the marine core

Or blow if you was fuckin' with C4

Broke off from the mainstream, took me a detour

You are not a real threat, you’re just a decoy

Sally sells seashells down by the seashore

Fresh kills

I’m fresh Ill like I just stepped out of Creedmore

I got a hunch like Igor that once you hear it you’re gonna need more

Dope add first plus doper than before

More deeper than a natural resource

You will get torn a new asshole and then your asshole will get re-torn

If you try to step with a retort

Homie do ya harm you don’t have any recourse

Confidence gone that could never be restored

You might never again record

You might end up deformed

Whats the story with leapfrogs- What’d they leap for?

As a young boy used to smoke hella reefer now I’ve been reformed

Homie set a high bar for you to reach for

Grew up on daylight eating peace porridge

That’s the type of rappers I speak for, so why I try to stay so unique for?

I got a knuckle sandwich for your keister I am a conquistador

I make your top 5 next 4

I’m probably adored by the girl next door

I’ve been rhyming since I got born, I ain’t never got bored

I keep a lo-pro like Jason Borne

Queens is the borough;

concrete the decor

I am just a squirrel tryna get an acorn

I never climbed K2 skipped to K4

I keep sharp as a razor, that’s what I’m paid for

I shed light like God on day 4

One man’s ceiling is another man’s floor

One man’s beamer is another man’s ford

One man plummets as another man soars

I’m the one that soars, of course

I caught more ears than there’s ears of corn

I rock like shale, limestone, and the quartz

I don’t need a chick that’s tryna buy the whole store

I just need a chick that’s down to shoot some home porn

I rock reboks, not diadoras

I stay adorned, I’m just getting warm

Any given time I shine like a menorah

You are not the man, you’re more like the minor

You get ignored

I don’t need a hook nor a chorus

When I flow I don’t need a motor nor oars

My home court is amongst reservoir dogs

Labrador-osaurus

You don’t wanna lock horns with the warlord

You’ll be forlorn

You’ve been forewarned

Sandman *sicki* sandy for short

Kick back chilling at a sandy resort

Backpack: where my shield and sword are stored

Train of thought, blow a horn mean all aboard

Bout to hit however you are like a meteor

Hell hath no fury like a chick scorned

My rap cuts keep you up like when chicks snore

Homeboy brought the news like Katie Couric

You can see that I ain’t fit in any category

On they own accord, Party people scream for encores

Never been divorced

Married to this hip hop for richer or poorer

My brand of hip hop nothing like yours

It’s nothin like norm

Pick up the knife, ward (?)

I meddled in (?) drugs could cure

People tell me I should try Saint John’s Wart

Cold sweats, hot sweats leaking out my pores

Doc said imma go deaf from the applause

And hit me with a copay I could not afford

Fuck that insurance, now I’m busy filling out medicaid forms

Now the state’s healthcare love to extort

I ain’t never gonna get sick no more

Just to make sure, Imma drink a lot of Ensure

I think it’s kinda extra to drive an explorer

When you just gonna drive next door

Tell me, when’s the last time you drove through the forest?

Why the Nicks play D like matadors?

Shit is so annoying

Whole quarters cats don’t even run down court

Is this the same team James Dollan paid for?

Is this the same team Pat Ewing played for?

Oh my Lord

Does anyone besides Lee (?) wanna crash sports?

Does anyone besides me wanna fast forward

Hoard your ball Crawford

You must be dreaming like Al B. Sure!

if you think I’ll take shorts

Back in 102 I ate lunch with sporks

Name all in your mouth like spoons and forks

Fuck ya’ll whores, Fuck ya’ll dorks

Mark ass busta ass busta ass marks tryna act hardcore ya’ll aren’t

In real life you’re chicken like Foghorn Leghorn

In real life you’re yellow like Ventnor

Yellow like the raincoat Marky Mark wore In Perfect Storm

I put ya on Ice like Bobby Orr

Ray Borque, rob Brendan Moore (?)

(?)I ab hold your whole hoard (?)

All your cohorts

Anyone with home you hope to consort

Anyone you know that died I hate they corpse

Anyone you know Jedi I hate they force

I hate uniforms, when it come to cuneiform I’m a formidable force

I run up on your corner with the unicorn horn and go straight tyrannosaurus

I’d like to dedicate _____(?)

To labia majora

This is not the type of cut that need Neosporin

This is the type of cut for any connoisseurs

School of hard knocks, head home monitor

I am a sight for sore orbs

I flow like a cyborg

Albacore

Pretty girl drop your drawers

I blow your back out so you need to kidnap a chiropractor and be his captor

You are a ass like Eeyore

I’m tryna get in contact with Lee Orr

So he can help put me on tour

This one chick asked me bout a juciy (?) co-tour

I asked her what for

She asked me once more

Said I’s immature cuz I wouldn’t conform

I told her Au Revoir

Homeboy Sand on a tour

He the man, he the man, not skeletor

Do I like oranges?

sure

‘Or' is out my orifice, pore

And I could go on for fourscore

Ya’ll would get bored, and that’d be unfortunate

So Imma put a fork in it, finished