No, baby, look what you've done for me
No, baby, you set my heart free
As always, victory is mine,
time to set me free, check it
Hit a tenant, telephone booth,
Make bands then spit hot fire,
They say to whom much is given,
let's get specific with logistics
Aramaic written statistics
Sweep round my own front door,
planks in my eyes and awe
Sippin' sour stock tea, mindin' my biz,
I does my thing routinely
One sec, I'm live and direct,
the next I pull a Houdini
Oh yes, I need that panini,
brioche, green fettuccine
Never fatten frogs or snakes
or seldom summers a genie
I replenish for time, my frequency,
Revered for optimum vision,
Quick to assist and dish the rock,
Cool and calm with all the smoke
Disseminate jewels to the masses
Like a Rasta, still I rise
The epitome, precise soliloquy
The grand architect of my life, no misery
Simino J, dipped in paradise, the parley
converse with elder statesmen often
Seeking at least one more gin
Soak it up, stretch the knowledge,
Never telegraph my moods,
stay strong as a cola cactus
Nowadays prioritize and hustle for wealth
Cats preach, stay distant from snakes
but constrictors themselves
Cause if the sun sets me free,
Apron on, been whipping shit,
staying busy in the kitchen
it would behoove you to listen
I'd be remiss not to grant God
Did some soul -searching,
set me free, that's my mission
Apron on, been whipping shit,
staying busy in the kitchen
it would be cool of you to listen
I'd be remiss not to grant God
Did some soul -searching,