Grits - Fragmentation Lyrics

Fragmentation lyricsA mere fragmentation, chip off the old block,With the insulated tubing of a football sock, with stripes being levels of achievement,Rolling up my sleeves, went and tried to get mine,This I found, fine: that I write rhymes for days; please, no praise,The latest craze is what's leaking from the deacon speaking freaking words like the Miami nightclub,What's all the hubbub, Bub?