Practice Bars

Ya neck snaps as I grab your attention.
A head bang and a graphic direction.
My "techs clap" like an Apple convention.
Connects "hang" like a dangling necklace.
 
Some lawn work - "move green" like Hulk.
Got all the blue dream in bulk.
The chakra, Scooby in jolts.
Them kinds of clues lead to coke.
 
I'm "on the blocks" like a gutted Deville.
Still forming plots of the thuggery thrill.
My quarry rocks pay me utmost in bills.
Mind more to guap than a couple of pills.
 
Wrecked crazy - Torch the Indica pine.
"Get lazy" - Forest Whitaker's eye.
Sense ladies - mortal skin to oblige.
Sex, maybe - more to inner, divine.