(Kid Sleepy)
I’m five eleven and a half, plus a third
A four time felon (thirteen) misdemeanors, thats my word
How absurd, Co-D’s flee, try to cop-a-plea
Filibuster properly, a scholar in a quandary

Producer, Albert Broccoli, watch me make a mockery
Of flustered snobs smoking pot without a father, g
A wobbly anomaly, machine all the custard
To get more property sheening with luster

Listen buster, you ain't lucky, Luciano
You dead, Soprano, I rock, Marciano
Boxing up all the leaves, uhh oregano
You other rappers just cookie cutter, Milano

Don’t be mad at us, be brave, Greg Maddox
A mad hatter snacking on peyote cactus
Haloti Ngata, I’ll sack a fucking pacifist
Bueno you are not, you nada on an abacus

(Optimus)
From Islamabad, Ronert Park to Cotati
No matter what they do, they just can't stop me
My hands chop up samples like karate
Kid Sleepy searing some beats on hibachi

Take your little hottie, make her get naughty
Rump shake like a earthquake from her body
Somebody stop me, its gonna take NATO
I'm too great bro, burn you down like Waco

I take the cake hoe, I take it home
Cut the cake up then I puff on a cone
I'm like a king on top of my thrown
My language so smoking I get rosetta stoned

My name is optimums and I'm a boss
My alternate alias is permafrost
Cause I'm cool as fuck, if your squad is lame
Follow the dust trail back from where you came