In The Paint

I don't like to fight
I'm a hustler
if I have to put on
the gloves I'm gone
knuckle up
buckle up
the turbulence
is too much
like a punch
in the stomach
ain't good for
the gut the chin
can't take
the uppercut
bound to lose
without the luck
got my own style
to wow the crowd
ain't seen in a while
since this plague
touched down
ain't been on a stage
to let out this rage
sure miss them days
and them nights
when it was The life
man did I write
up a storm
calm a snake
with a charm
no shuck no jive
the vibe was alive
didn't have to say
"didn't mean no harm"
who want's crust
when there's pie