I remember,

last past November when Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberlands They left him trembling, he was not remembering:Never tuck your denim in just to floss an emblem Some would debate,"Wait, the fella ate gelatin Or he been listening in to what his weather mens was telling him "When I could feel it in my melanin, it's compelling Us to break them off, no reassembling No science-fiction to no theater near you,coming soon to duck with you frequently like how phases of the moon would do You could gather 'round like it was an eclipse Just don't look directly to the snitch, you may be blinded by the scripts