You got the vocab
Yes I do...
It's the Cons To The Quence
From the 192
And I first made the news
Catching wreck
Off of Wordplay
Then had a rebirth like
It was Rihanna's birthday
People on this Earth say
I may need Speech therapy
Cuz it's been a minute
Since they all
Got to hear from me
But I live in infamy
For buying out Tiffany's
And making
Nouns and adjectives
Become
Bags on Madison
You can hear the arrogance
In my annunciation
Cuz they converse
About Cons verse
In they conversation
And that's a confirmation
That there'll be confiscation
If not, a confrontation
And legal complications
Because this explanation
Don't have no expiration
Once it detonates
All you'll see is exclamation
Points
Every point
Makes them appoint
Anoint and rejoice
When I Rock this
Funky Joint
(Rock That Shit Homie)
So this is for the thugs
And bloods and the prostitutes (Yeah)
Man I got the plug
Like I'm Posdnuos
(Yeah)
Man I got the plug
Like I'm Trugoy
(Yeah)
So shout out to
The dreds and rude boys
My new toy
In the parking lot
Is the meanest
So you can use Ebonics
Or proper English
To distinguish
The dons and the murder pros
And the ones who've been trill
Longer than Virgil's clothes
But yet my adversaries feel
Their imaginary skills
May could match up
With the Real
But for castles on a hill
Or a mansion and mill
Just like March Madness
When the brackets get revealed
The odds makers
Say we too strong
So the top seed
Is you Con (UConn)
And since I'm armed
With vocabulary skills
I'm guaranteed to leave you leaking
When Vocabulary Spills
YES!