Dear?

Written to LL Cool J "Dear Hip Hop"

Murder by numbers?
With my lines I'm on a hundred.
But you ain't never heard me talk shit, cause I ain't never learned it/
But I'll accept your praises, listen to my sermon.

And determine, if it's what's your ears needs to get saved/
Stockholm, ain't nobody captivating but me..I need slaves.
By the way my boss needs to give me a raise/
Oh I forgot own this here, everyday is vacay, I'm never home this year

I've been polluting their up there, so when I make rain farmers scream in despair

I say I'm bout to blow, girls tie up they hair/
My rhymes get you lifted, no need for the stairs ,

I'm aiming for the sun, at Icarus height be scared/
I need some room to breathe, I ain't got no air to spare