Planxty Constant (Ptolemy's Theorem)

You’ll probably never comprehend the amount of time I spend

Making music and word blend, then doing it again

'Til the end of my lifetime, forever I write rhymes

And wait for the right time to burst like pipelines

Same crazy white fool I was back in high school

Doing shit to spite you cuz I never liked you

My advice? Don’t believe the hype dude

Cuz you’re an ignorant bitch and you never said nothing insightful

Back up, you know you ain’t supposed to be close to me

Wall-to-wall raps got it covered like upholstery

Smoke will be the death of me, chronic got the best of me

But God bless the weed, I’m burning tree ‘til I’m seventy

The flow’s a gravy boat floating over waves like the Navy

Not even God could save me, so why you bother, lady?

I thought I told you that the flow is tight

Blowing up mics all night and hanging out like overbite

And even if I couldn’t speak the competitions good as beat

You want old school? I’ll take it back to wooden teeth

I’m throwing fire like Nolan Ryan and I ain’t even lying

Trying to find the iron lion in Zion

It’s a cruel world and life is quick

But see how nice I get when the pipe is lit, shit

I’ll say it publicly, you crumbs could never fuck with me

You’re stuck with me until I’m living in the lap of luxury