It's the beat, I hear it in my sleep, sometimes
Blare it in your Jeep so your peeps can stare at them rhymes
Real rhymes, not your everyday hologram
Even when ribs is touchin', never swallowed the ham
He'd rather eat a sand sand with 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 flossin’ fatty juggy
Always threw me off when she told me, "Daddy, funk me"
I'm like, "Anywho's"
Seeds walkin' all out in 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
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
He told the place not to let the basket type case in
He might be some type of wacko
Lookin’ for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack ho
He said “Blessed be the Lord
Who believe any mess they read up on a message board
If so, I got a bridge for the low low"
Them type fools go into the po-po
Here, orange peel L’s for the whole tier
Feel like he been gone over a year, came home to old gear
It was the shit when he first scooped it
At least you get to sit out in New York and curse stupid
He plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly
Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy
Gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty cat
Swift with the nine through a fifty-nine fifty hat
You hear it when you’re meditating
In deep theta, let her hate the creep playa
Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data
Stay well self medicated to sleep later
Side effects is similar to sugar pill
Nobody go next on the mic he put a booger, ill