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<C.Note>
Such a...casual rhyme spitter, sword slash gun slinger
The type to loosen his belt after crushin' three dinners
Night owl, lie down after smashin' a white owl
My style's out of your playing field, yes I'm quite foul
Shout out to my RD's that run shit, like cardio
Back to the Future flow, a fly MC like Marty's bro
I turn your head like photographers, you get it?
If you dont imma go back and will be back with a doper verse
Lyricks told me to "hit that" Imma do so and hope it hurts
Calculating my lines pharell, i'm so close to nerd
Call me a dork and I'll spork you up like Porky Pig
Got the drive of a kid tryna make it out the orphanage
Making your jaws drop the second you listen in
Possesing verses that Pop Eyes out, been fuckin' with spinach.
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Showbiz is good, but be true to your hood, or NOT
Stop fakin' the funk, WORD to the Good book.
Now that's a good look, you punks look shook
Boogie down in the burbs, in the city bouta pull up!
To the spot..Parkin it, lighten' the L after K Street.
I'm takin it back to crib to spray sheets
"Patience." says she..but now I'm pacin' with the pen in hand,
waiten to lay down to let the ink breathe~
She says I'm witty so I ask her if she would eat with me..
And I was weeded indeed, she got me giddy, cheesin
Crackin' a joke til I see your pretty teeth
Consuming food was just the beginning for her and me
Burning weed, crackin seeds, fantasizing fancy dreams
Fascinated, trying not to get between your jean's seems
She likes them Jordan V "Green Beans"
SeaWEED in my bowl, sticky like the rice in my Kimchi...
GOOK, YELLOW, CHINK, let go....
what you see, what you smell when I close a window.
LOOK, HELLO, THINK., mellow...
out your damn self, and light a L wit ya kinfolk
Get stupid like a bimbo, been doin it since Nintendo
You felt it like a bass knock by Timbo
You iffy like a "think so" puzzled like a jigsaw
Piss off or come and get some I'll pick off your big boss
Since yall been talkin wit ya eyes, yea I been saw
SCOPE'ing out your dirty looks, I guess I gotta rinse off...
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<Lyricks>
It's that visual audio, bump this in your barrio
Keep on turning up louder until parts of your body go
Tsunami mode, I mean that ladidadi mode..
Victorious, dont mess with my posse mode
Notorious, B.I.G mode
Styles like the Bellagio, luxurious Ducati flow
Burning a track like making copies on my writables
Dont make drowsy like pounding a Coors with some tylenols
Faker than a Fabio, cheesier than Polly O's
<C.Note>
I'm beginning to consume more blunts than i do food
coolin out to old school dre...old to new WU
tang in the ice bag..BANG, let the pant sag...
heavy pants like i'm carryin a couple sand bags
spin that dope jam, spread it out, open
close ya eyes and chill, like a fur on a coathang
gurglin my word playin wit my food for thought
burnin with the mood wit the buddha i exhaust
steamin out the earlobes...ragin' out my real
realin in my hook...but no fishy in my meal
so wut you see is what you get no actin on the deal
they scared to look...some phonies massin on appeal
i beat the beat to kill...sealin in my penicillin
just to get the pen to spill my feelins of pain and ill
runnin outta fight .then my vision is outta site. pray
my wishes in the night..turn to mission in the light
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