Turf Rider

Hold the phone! The hype ain’t overblown
Locals only. I’m back to going rogue alone
Pogue mahone! Faux-golden vocal tone
Dig these please. Big cheese - provolone
Broken bones of foes buried in the graveyard
Impotent rappers better implement safeguards
I’m riding in race cars. Call me a wise fool
Beat freaking. I peaked when I was in high school
Yeah, cards dealt
This junky gets funky like a fart smell
Hard sell. Today’s rappers are heartfelt
Mic source. Strike Force - Rick Martel
50-pound barbells. Fly retiree
MC to a high degree. By decree of the
President skeezoid, regiments deployed
Hotter than the summer sun, #1 b-boy
Fatality! Sick like a malady
*shrugs* No drugs, I’m raw-dogging reality
Fallacy: hip hop’s a young man’s game
Instead of smoking that crack, should have drunk champagne
That’s a dumb campaign. A dumb hill to die on
Boy, stand still, you can’t kill an icon
I’m like a python, not some phony alpha
The technician. The definition. Tony Alva
Maniacal roughneck. Unrecognizable!
Sizable chunks of punk rock in dump trucks
Dumb fucks better run, I’m coming with num chucks
Somewhat fresh, yes. Living in a camper van
Rapper man. Lord knows. Wardrobe: Dapper Dan
Thinking of a master plan of attack mode
Crap load of raps. Mad Max of the backroads

Triple threat. Let’s make a little bet
Said I was done but didn’t make it official yet
Grizzled vet with shovels and shoe horns
Born outlaw kicking open the saloon doors
A few more things to say and some new goals
Exams, eight diagrams and bamboo poles
Not looking for shortcuts and loopholes
Late career outburst, I’m Albert Pujols
Cereal in soup bowls. Working on material
By any metric, I’m the imperial
Cold magisterial, imperious, pompous!
Unchecked. Lone suspect. No accomplice
The kid shows promise. Quickdraw McGraw. It goes
On and on, on and on… Freeze!
Sucker MCs are like sheep with thick wool
Done. Executive producer Dick Wolf