[Intro]
Just sent this email to myself
I'm gonna read it off of my phone now

[Verse]
Once again, south Oakland veteran, open letter sendin'
Hopin' you get it
Totally shreddin'
Yeah I said it a second time - Jazz
Second line, second world problem child
No style, All-Star, a lot of styles
Pro style, go wild a lot of nights
Look at the city that's a lot of lights
Young culture worker, the role reverser
The holy churcher, the folding furniture
The golden purse herder, the hearse hurdler
The turf surfer, A.D. that's adios to a lot of you haters
Ladies love the cool lottery vapors
But the only Ls I take is two tobacco leaf papers
Mediate truths like a lot of newspapers

[Jazz Breakdown]

Kool childish, pop pop weasel schreech yo
Look how many years I have been living without a job
Like for real though
Y ma' o meno todo legal
And still got hella love for todo lo people
Labor for love, the kid signify
You don’t like it then spit in my eye
End of the day I still live in the sky
If you living with I then
I and I no kidding will visibly fly
And shine indivisibly in victory
Yous against can't do shit to me
Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically
I'm the epitome of TOMA!
Catch you in the MoMA café
Laughing powder on the cold cuts
Black Shakespearian, never read Othello though
They say yo yo to my half Japanese with the cello though (Weezer)
Make it jiggle like it’s fresh like out the jello mold
Kool water ice cubes sprinkle game hella cold
Oh hella no, no, no, I didn't but I did though
Said it hella times in hella ryhmes but it’s still new to some
Don’t bust if you new to guns
But don’t trust when Babylon tell you what to do with guns
Understand that truths is both true to daughters and true to sons
And see the oldest truths are the newest ones and vice versa
I style like the Yin-Yang Twins, I might have told ya
I’m ODB plus Mariah the iron soldier
White checks in whiter folders
Stack steady in small minimum tables and move to higher rollers
Some men and women are steel but see the fire fold us
Some tend to children for real, some lend the children to higher shoulders to sit on and steal all the lighter tropes they get on
And discard the lesser ones and leave them as lessons
For the clever dumb I’ll do you one better son
When your ears listen to fears
And your eyes brim up with tears
You're better never having shed a one
Cause you still couldn't drink that water if you shed a ton
Fist fight, get a knife
Knife fight, get a gun
Gun fight, get a few, son
I'm telling you if I got to tell you to get a bomb
You better get your mom
Tell her to send a nickel to the no bombs telethon
Half you actresses be acting like you at the banana smell-a-thon
Hella wrong
Let's get ready to rumble, let's get it on
Let's get it, let's get rich, let's get paid
Let's get that bitch, let's let that rip
You better step back, kid
Yo, I rock from Buena Vista out to maybe like, LeFrak kid
Throat to the neck don't waste that
Pass this sobrinito
Take it as a prophecy from Tio Cleo
Call me Tito Jackson in a head wrap
Alhamdulillah, yeah I said that too
Numbers in a red black blue and other colors
But my favorite hue is cool
Yo that's a shade of grey
The only times I paid to play
Were the times I had paper to give away
Like you gonna get a tip today
It's a damn shame the way the champagne sip away
The ice might melt and drip away
But picture yourself rolling in a Lincoln
Seeing pawnshops slink in your peripheral vision
And drift away it's just me bullshitting
Eh I ain't got shit to say
It's just Vic, a swift kid from the A-L-A-M-E-D-A
A simple game you ought to see me play
Amaze 88 done did it again (Ocho Ocho)
Bless the kid with a little more heat today (Ocho Ocho)
Listen to the beat, it's way more complex than
You might want to give it credit for
A lot of y'all lettuce green you need to edit more
And listen back and think about the reasons that you said it for
And understand that all language is metaphor
And if you headed for a wall, you better set a course to a door
And if there's no door, you better get a door
And if not, just look and see what you saw
And with that saw cut yourself in half
And two halves make a whole so climb through that
I climb through raps to worlds untouched
And unsullied by human language
My wine dutty cutty
My Cuban Spanglish
Sip my sugar water Tangish, Tangesque, Tangy
Kool A.D. best rapper in the world