In-Con Sequential Art
Friday
Nov112011

Milk Money

Shit started out as a paper route - Mowin’ lawns dodging sprinkler spouts
Cleanin’ gutters and tile grout - But I’m broke as a boy scout
No doubt, turned out, no cash no keesey
Just ask 3P gotta grift gil, ta get 'dem breezies
Shorties and Capri Suns they ain’t free, they ain’t cheap
Gotta pay for that PS3, 1080P, HD
Just a kid with a sweet tooth for cash and compensation
Expensive toys, turntables, dirt bikes, and PlayStation
CCG trader with the flavor of the week the peddle
Pedal to the metal, Sakura Card Captor settle
Up with the shop, just a hop to pick up some threads
No Fear shirt, light up Knights, backwards cap on my head
Now dressed to impress all the honeys at the playground,
I don’t play around, got some work and wealth to compound
Outbound distribution, sellin’Wonka and Nestle
Granola grown sugar starved recess press to invest in me

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Rode the tide of the scrappy shrimp
school bus scoundrel and playground pimp
Double Dutch me, you’ll be a gimp
quick stick, pocket knife carves a limp
Simple vices, candy bars and gummy packets
Stolen dirty magazines slipped into dust jackets
Ridin’ this racket; I roll deep with my BMX
Got a whole pack of soldiers on them custom Tony Hawk decks
Come correct; get ‘em stuck on Band-Aid and hooked on phonics
Straight sardonic; check out my trickle-down economics
Snag some chronic, steal a pinch out my stepdad’s weed
Like a Flintstone Vitamin, got the items you need
Sell my Spencer Gift spoils, malefactor of the mall
Hannibal in the homeroom, Hot Topic in the halls
Pack of cigarettes, you know I butt ‘em by the loosey
I’m your old school buddy like Gary Busey
I’m the bank in this Monopoly game
Claim to fame, three schools over people know my name
Little Prince to Kingpin, grown accustomed to the style
After a while this Eddie Haskell grind grows juvenile
Joker smile; need a little more Stringer Bell when I walk the wire
If I wanna set the whole school district on fire

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A petty plagiarist to a criminal enterprise
From a Prop Joe to a Capo, shits harder than you realize
Quit the fidgets, this shit ain’t no after school special
Pack enough chemical entertainments that I’m straight apothecial
Jansport my product lest I rub you out on the carpet
Plantin’ pain killers to keep competition from market
Fake IDs are a breeze, but if you’re more for romance
We’ll name a number and my girls’ll put their hands down your pants
Pubescent repeat buyers perspire part time to acquire
For the girls, grades, and glitter, the new kicks they desire
Ridin’ high on my supply, shoulda kept a lower profile
Caught my punk ass and kicked it all the way to juvenile
Ate my Wheaties to the bottom of the bowl
But there's no special prize and I won't get parole
As you’d expect, don’t need four checkers to make connects when I play
Double jump, walk out a made man on my seventeenth birthday

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