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 lotta stuff happens that the news won't tell yous
blues on l juice, snooze all hell loose, rake it
take it like the good, the bad, the ugly
break it, rollin' through your hood and the caddy buggy
butter softy leather flossy fatty juggy
always threw me off when she told me "daddy funk me"
i'm like anywhos
seeds walkin' all out in the street without any shoes
i guess it's better than some funky socks
you need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pox
instead she wanna hear the beatbox
take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock
singin'
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 kinda wacko
waitin' for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack hoe
he busted in
blessed be the lord
who believe any mess they read up on the message board
if so, i got bridges for the low low
same bitch a-go dry snitchin' to the po-po
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 5th
sip wine stiffly
patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy
gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty
swift with the 9 through a 5950
well edumacated he heard it when he meditated in deep theta
in her hate, the creep played er
dedicated cheapskater who keeps data
say stay self-medicated and sleep later
side effects are 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