Out with the cats in the hood with the rap
Hustle though the rocks where most men slept
In the wasteland where the Wasco slept
Come on Ashley and watch your step

Heard this one whispered through the cracks in the xylophoneOlfactory sensation is of coffee and the styrofoamAs for battle raps and who's the dopestLearned to take it lightly like my mother's jew neurosisPrognosis was never be the baron of this rap shitBut you know what they say, let them wear it if the cap fitIm rocking mine with pride and style it upSlightly angled to the side, crunk, wilding on the cutScratch an accapella like a lottery ticketDug some Donald Byrd out the crate, flipped itLove to make her shake and taste her lipstickThe way she flakes the brisket, it really takes the biscuitWhen I rips it, like a Jedi knight with the force in meWalk the fine line between debauchery and sorceryMicrophone magician, construct an algorithm with precisionRhyming Wittgensteinian logician on a missionWishing upon a star..Green to the T with the caviar now check the referenceMusical allusions in the sessionsPlus youthful optimism is itself an act of reverence




Dont get no water on the gremlinsGet slaughtered like LemmingsMake 'em board up the KremlinHigh treason.. down with the regent
I was harassed and fought like Harrison Fordin that one episode of South Park where he's buried in cock.Blood gushing from his orifice like sherry or port,while all of ya'll just watched like an american sport.Where are your balls? I'm tearing you alla new jap's eye. Rap fly, that is why i carry the torch.The chairman of boards; the ferryman of yachts;the baddest mothafucka that you ever heard, but that ain't your fault.If you had any idea of the mind focusthat goes into every word that I write on thispeace of paper, you couldn't breathe on the mic, homes.It's the speech Vader teaching you hitting the right tones withmy ill voice. You couldn't read me a tight poem ifyour name was Shakespeare, so retreat or rhyme pwned, bitch!On the real, you believe it's a light joke, kid?You better think again and go find a new rhyme opponent.

What you talkin’,
What you sayin’,
I ain't playin’,
I'm for real,
I got bands in my hand,
Hundred grand to a mil,
What you talkin’,
What you sayin’,
I ain't playin’,
I'm for real,
I got bands in my hand.

Woo,
Woo,
Hey.

[Swahili]
Oh sisi waimbaji (Oh we singers),
Oh sisi waimbaji (Oh we singers),
Oh sisi waimbaji (Oh we singers),
Pokea zawadi (Receive a gift).

What you talkin’,
What you sayin’,
I ain't playin’,
I'm for real,
I got bands in my hand,
Hundred grand to a mil.

Woo,
Woo,
Woo.

My Word

Verse 1:
Basically, I think major leagues
I see major peaks when the major speaks
Spots permanent no erasing me
I deserve the love no replacing me
But uhhhh I'm being treated like royalty
Its the lord in me that understand
About loyalty
nothing underhand
Try to calculate the wave like a sonogram
Hook:
I've been thinking thinking
I love this place
It got you thinking thinking
I need the chase
Like whoa
I go high when they go low
Turn my back is not my code
All I have in lifes my word
Not a man without my word
Bridge:
Don't give up just get up
I get love and likes
In a pick up
deliver the picture despite
How they switch up the figures to dig up my hick-ups
I'm quicker to fix up the mix-ups tonight
If you ever need to call there's reaching me
Never been above someone teaching me
Got to test the line we tried peacefully
the streets can speak can we increase the seats
This freedom
I've been seizing
It keeps me breathing
Its Got me thinking