doo wop

alchemist, the

yo

ah

spokes

spinning gold

hunnerds folding

hunnerd folds

rocking golds

stunting

that some swolle' hunnerds

like they wasn't though

push that other though

summer zone

stuck on a stone

rubbing the rabbits foot

fattened by that fish

fathom

full as fuck

like a woolly and a phantom

in its mammoth mouth

mix the fly fragrance with the jasmine

feeling passionate

passing by pappy's

in a caddy frog

big-body buick banging dilla dog

lost in the thorns

almost cost him his arm

super scrolls off the block with the charm

blew his nose on a cloth made of yarn

cool collected and calm

should have been

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

between wind and water

rich off calligraphy leaves

written like. welcome to the terrordome

gold herringbone flow

shell-toe geronimo

domino bro'

magical

moment of zoning

dollar rate

scholar slate

you can't tolerate with

what i consolidate

you fucking with me

that's a myth that i just dominate

the death star shade of black

barricade

bury your bus

fade your area with various thrusts

the most dangerous

dangling diamond

foreign languages hang with us

bang with us

clap up your halo

sprinkle the angel dust

solid stone

polished chrome

saturday night special

i came to bless you

unless you wanna get into some gangster

do the math

i'm something middle-eastern

i'm a iron skillet

with hot grease

popping pieces

rocking my sneakers on top of speakers

cop a feature

and stop leaching

my dialog

dietary law requires for you to just

go and jump off the deep end

my crisis

robbed twice

the stock market talking crisis

i'm not a pisces

i keep aquarius advisors

the nicest

burning the baggy tops off the cyphers

no need to test the vest

there's no scales weighing these mices

iron flag fortune

brown bag

fortieth lunches

y'all niggas lunching

like roasted ducks posted in ovens

i am flag money in the glad bag

stretching ironclad

iron bag mic-jack low

flashing the pistol

spazz

green cee-lo

elohim

cream emo

i reload

throw cee-lo

hear

see no evil

cobain credo

elope the pope smoke his meat loaf

bury the weed toast

we under siege

bleed east-coast

and shorty deepthroat

be on her knees

green peacoat