Brush Your Teeth
You can't hold your tongue?
Well I'll hold it for you
Bite me
Use your swollen gums
Lookin like Mick Foley
Open with some broken teeth
But what'll you use to bite my shit with?
Hopefully you notice the potency
I know it seems I flow with ease
But most emcees they imitate it's a gross disease
Them I ate on a dinner plate they groceries
Do they innovate?
No siree
They throw at me some curveballs
I could set em straight
No degrees
No angles
Poetry

What's funny
Y'all wouldn’t even change if you could
Y'all do impressions like, “Yeah, man that was good.”
Damn Jaybra's so cold
Yeah Jaybra’s so brrrr
I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong but sometimes it really does seems like heads are straight up jacking my shit
When you wake up in the morning it’s a quarter to one
And you just want to have a little fun
You brush your teeth
You brush your teeth
When you wake up in the morning it’s a quarter to two
And you want to find something to do
You brush your teeth
You brush your teeth

Whatchu know bout sweat
I’m up in the spot with my hoodie on
Hot as motherfuckers get
And it ain’t gone stop til my tanktop ain’t got cotton left
As I pop this fresh bottle of seltzer
Yes I got finesse
I got expression in my flesh and chest
You know it’s rocky roads
I ain’t stoppin growth
There ain’t an obstacle impossible
It’s lock and load
I been told that I got to mold
Cuz writin prose is all I know
I’m callin all
The nominal, phenomenal
I melt ‘em like a tropical popsicle
What's funny
Y'all wouldn’t even change if you could
Y'all wish me gold?
I wish you would
Damn Jaybra's so cold
Yeah Jaybra’s so brrrr
I mean, I’ve been inspired myself, but sometimes you gotta realize what’s you and what’s not, man

When you wake up in the morning it’s a quarter to one
And you just want to have a little fun
You brush your teeth
You brush your teeth
When you wake up in the morning it’s a quarter to two
And you want to find something to do
You brush your teeth
You brush your teeth

Why you actin like you don’t know?
Yeah we both you know you crackin on my promo
But yo, yo, holdup, you’re slackinon your promo
Cuz the name of one song of yours is something that I
Something that I
Something that I don’t know
Knuckles, fists
Swing, connecting that’s one thing I must admit
That I ain’t got on my bucket list
I must’ve missed
That interest, but instead I’ve got a fuck it list
And it goes a little something like this
What's funny
Y'all wouldn’t even change if you could
My brain’s a rain of complaints
This track’s a flood
Damn Jaybra's so cold
Yeah Jaybra's so brrrr
Sometimes it seems like cats are scared to be themselves, but that’s the end of art right there, man, keep it real

When you wake up in the morning it’s a quarter to one
And you just want to have a little fun
You brush your teeth
You brush your teeth
When you wake up in the morning it’s a quarter to two
And you want to find something to do
You brush your teeth
You brush your teeth