They tell me instrumentals say more than what lyrics can,
I don't agree, the potency, forms so you always know it's me
No matter who I'm rappin' on, traverse the bend of time to see
me rollin' on a tribe, on the back of a horse that flies,
They disrespect the servicewomen of a different kind
I'd rather be around a whore than all these people's lies,
Niggas talkin' 'bout havin' haters,
while these niggas bein' ravers I stay seeking out the flavors
of the sky, the secrets the stars pulse about is fly
Ya'll is ho's, and only be humpin' some apple pie,
I don't know why all of you lyin' about your dimes
and I don't know why people be lying like Common's tight.
No, don't do it, I mean it don't do it,
Nigga you are one to talk about him making ho' music.
Matios I'm here to make dope music,
So if you suck dick of whackness then please don't choose this.
I spit more fire, I drink more fluid
As my age gets higher then I get more stupid,
Change the tempo of your day, makin' metronome music
Let me show you how this sounds when a hetero use it.
Heterogenous, content with my own penis
Believe it is so pretty that women that don't see it
secretly wish we were married, in a city with humidity
and wish I wear thin shorts to increase the visibility.
I'm beasting here for sport, don't need to fight for first,
I be fishin' in a pond, I be sleepin' in a yert
Don't lie, when you're feeling abandoned you're feeling hurt
They call themselves the truth but can't identify it first
How would I change the hood? I'd teach them all geometry
And show them how our nature is the source of all our artistry
Try to limit a classic to Greek pottery
When I inscribe these words right in front of ye.
Inner-city black with a pen,
when them straps come out, don't remember ya'll I didn't see shit.
Can't write it, every single rhyme is a lie,
'cause when it comes truth, it's only found in the mind
I partied like it was '99 in 2005
mixed in with Mardi Gras,
Laughin' off at other people's pussy like I'm Naughty ya'll
You already know though,
Drink vodka from a coco
I been sippin' star light since you been pickin' your mocos.
I got a thousand chocos, that's mil for you slow folks
I evolved from a thought, you descended from banobos.
Sippin' ice chilled spritzers with strippers from South Diego
I spit only fuego, shout out Cali Cam, they know
I once had a teacher she tried to lick my a-hole
Ridin' through your city on a chrome zamboni
In the part of the diner for the white man only
- Hip Hop