that some swolle' hunnerds
like a woolly and a phantom
mix the fly fragrance with the jasmine
big-body buick banging dilla dog
super scrolls off the block with the charm
blew his nose on a cloth made of yarn
long nights had you looking at dawns
could he be wrong? and the energy
feeling like the moon and me was meant to be
left the day jealous like the sun doesn't visit him
you kidding me b? i'm where that chemistry peaks
rich off calligraphy leaves
written like. welcome to the terrordome
that's a myth that i just dominate
the death star shade of black
fade your area with various thrusts
foreign languages hang with us
unless you wanna get into some gangster
i'm something middle-eastern
rocking my sneakers on top of speakers
dietary law requires for you to just
go and jump off the deep end
the stock market talking crisis
burning the baggy tops off the cyphers
there's no scales weighing these mices
like roasted ducks posted in ovens
i am flag money in the glad bag
elope the pope smoke his meat loaf