My rap pieces penetrate and
infiltrate your mental state
I spend a great time with the rhyme
More than I did any female
I derailed your train of thought
Because your brain was caught
On some other man's thinking
Now your third eye is blinking
My rhymes be kicking like a
brother's breath be stinking
I get funky for sure while you're,
then let that shit unthaw
I'd be bonin' the shit out of it
Bang, bang, bang then see
what I can get out of her
I got six million ways to rhyme
I stand out like a nigga on a hockey team
I got goals, and I can like a pop machine
Like a fiend in Chi I'm down with rehab
'Cause that's right, we bad, we bad
Pryor to Richard I was that crazy nigga
And when I wreck it other rappers be
I rock on the mic and make
I come to the party in a b- boy stance
I rock on the mic and make
is like a nigga without a beeper
I'm a blow this shit out,
cuz I'm the joint like reefer
If Barry White was in the mob
'Cause I had lyrics back when I
butt- ass naked like "What's up?"
"You know you done fucked up"
Everybody that hear me say
If I was a Michelin I wouldn't tire
It's funny how time flies
I don't believe in role models
But if I do, then I'm mine
I make brothers say "True"
They see you and be like "Fiction"
I want 'spect and dead presidents
Not a gay mc, I'm straighter
My style is similar to AIDS
cuz this is what I'm feelin bro
you need me I'll be on the fifth flo'
Even if it's played out it's not
the word to play so peace
I'm out to Dirty Burgers I'ma give