| It’s the beat, he hear it in his sleep sometimes |
| Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at them rhymes |
| Real rhymes not your everyday hologram |
| Even when ribs was touchin', never swallowed the ham |
| He’d rather eat a sand sandwich salad |
| It might need salt like your man’s bland ballad |
| A lot of stuff happens that the news won’t tell you’s |
| Blues on L juice, snooze, all hell loose |
| Rake it, take it like the good, the bad, the ugly |
| Break it, rollin' through ya hood in the caddy buggy |
| Butter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy |
| Always threw me off when she told me, «Daddy, funk me» |
| I’m like, «Anywho's» |
| Seeds walkin' all out in street with out any shoes |
| I guess it’s better than some funky socks |
| You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pox (Hahahahaha) |
| Instead she wanna hear the beatbox |
| Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock |
| Sing it, bring it, back to your laboratory |
| While he’s in his oratory, glorious like a horror story |
| The mask is like Jason |
| They told the place not to let the basket type case in |
| He could be some kind of wacko |
| Waitin' for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack ho |
| He busted in, blessed be the Lord |
| Who believe any mess they read up on a message board |
| If so, I got bridges for the low low |
| Same bitch a-go dry snitchin' to the popo |
| Here, orange peel stogs for the whole tier |
| Feel like I’ve been gone over a year, came home to old gear |
| It was the shit when I first scooped it |
| At least I get to sit out in New York and curse stupid |
| Plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly |
| Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy |
| Gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty |
| Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty |
| Well edumacated, he heard it when he meditated |
| In deep theta, let her hate the creep later |
| Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data |
| Say he stay self medicated to sleep later |
| Side effects is similar to sugar pill |
| Whoever go next on the mic he put a booger, ill |
| And made his exit on some calm shit |
| Begged him on the regular for kegs of more vomitspit |
| («DOOM!») |