Artist: Sankofa Album: Music With Friends 5 Song: Tic Tac Toe Typed by: obeseamerica Going to hell in a hand basket with a casket of jewels Fashion and fools? Surpass them with a passionate tool Matter of fact these raps slap tracks and massacre troops It's like cats make tracks and never practice them through Man, I do this for the head nods and that tap of your shoe Give me the finish line and I'll snap it in 2 What's happening dude is nothing but miraculous groove That I inhabit, sticking and moving from flax to the loom Contaminate with gamma rays and make it rapid and smooth And my biggest critic is the last to approve And unless I rock shows, there isn't cash in it duke I dropped my pen on the floor and it splashed with a boom The last of the few smashing up a passenger too Too busy having fun to heed screeds babbling doom Rose colored glass half full in a lavender room Tossing a few asides to leave all the fragile consumed And that's true Tactile tic tac toe Rap and flip lactose Tackling the tracks dope Half will win and that's so Typical, and that's the way it has to be So pass the key…and that's to me You dig that? I'm a fan of the same Remember Raekwons tarantula chain? I kick raps that ramble and maim, the man is a train Wreck set to trample parades with mandibles crazed From analyst ways to stampedes the stamp of approval is gained Turning it to a brand abandon all of the claims Living day to day while you're balling away You'll get a stomach ache from eating all of cake And all that takes is time and moderation like Satchel Lest the world becomes reason for the Paxil Closing in walls, all frozen grim maws clenched Arguing far through it start doing top tens Giving them a soft serve, nerves misplaced Tournament interns burn the stakes Turning away enough to make Saint Peter's rack and pinion pivot Imminent beginning to finish spin it all within a minute Tactile tic tac toe Rap and flip lactose Tackling the tracks dope Half will win and that's so Typical, And that's the way it has to be So pass the key…and that's to me I'm not a candidate for polling holding candlesticks verboten Hoping glamour is a potent potion, amorous and chosen Open hands and get a token, never know it just might work Instead of looking of the product, man I'm check the price first And rectify verse until the words fit properly Recording takes with a verb flipped sloppily One of the benefits of having a studio at home Is that you can't hear my mistakes when I roam Each song's generation has different tweaks Varied approaches to visiting beats if it's wintertime, then I'm delivering heat And if it's dinner, I'm in a different street So listen to each and make your own call on the song It is dope, or fresh, or wack, or something soft for your mom I'm Sankofa, happily hopping along to the drums The dinosaur rapping with a fossil, his tongue And that's one