We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
Rhymes that I wrote might be the most dope yet.
A stone cold vet.
Jordan at the buzzer and this *'s all net.
So yo, what's next?
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm complex.
Chris.
Hey man.
I like it if you mix the album, okay?
I really think we should put it out there.
And you keep telling me you're gonna mix it.
But you haven't mixed it, bro.
Come on.
And, uh, throw your verse on complex while you're at it.
All right.
Stay up, stay up.
Complex.
Context.
Really, there's no contest.
Really, wish a motherfucker would.
Just be honest.
I know.
Shot got my back cause we making these tracks.
I know.
Legs got my back cause we see eye to eye.
I don't direct your party, so don't be surprised.
Never late, never tardy.
I ain't Charlie, don't be sorry.
You're a zoo, I'm on safari.
On the move, the sky's our star.
We wanna take this opportunity to serve rap like sharp cuteries.
We can play this at my eulogy, and that'd be hella cool with me.
Lot of folks bugging, lot of folks struggling.
Wonder sometimes, is it all for nothing?
You know you interrupt when your growth gets stunning.
Really, I'm blessed, but still smoking the stress.
Gotta hope for the best and prepare for the worst.
But I got no regrets while I'm writing a verse.
And you heard it here first.
I'm complex.
Abe, I already told you.
You need to turn the music down.
It's 3 a.m., the girls are sleeping, you have to work in the morning.
And tell Chris to stop leaving his cigarette butts in the driveway.
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I'm complex.
Tiffany Hoffman just gettin' my reps in.
Flippin' through infinite options, take it any direction.
Bend the beat's trajectory, complexities get simplified.
Intricacies are recipes, simply cannot be spelled.
Classified is classified, maximized.
Every time I *** the mic, let the lawn grow long.
The bees love the dandelions.
Dancin' by the sands of time, rappin' rhymes in my head.
One glance from bloodshot eyes, I'll put Medusa's ass to bed.
No mask but sanitizer's gon' protect you from the hatred.
Mad cause you grindin' while they lack motivation.
Startin' on the bench, they said my dreams was far fetched.
Now I'm throwin' it down hard as Sean Kemp, so what's next?
Once the dust settles and the damage is assessed, they ain't never gon' underestimate us.
They ain't never gon' underestimate us.

Again, yeah, never late.
Always on time, allow me to demonstrate the proper way to rock a rhyme.
Complex.
Yo.
Some people just tryin' to chill out and relax, man.
You know what I mean?
That's cool *, too.
Thank you for providing that.
Man, just gettin' to chill out, bro.