whether in a penthouse or a cave dweller
i can tell you 'bout now i'm not a fortune teller
got mad technique like rudy van gelder
and yes i got a plan i'm a carry out it
i'm a-scream and shout it
yes i love life and i try not to doubt it
yes i'm gonna party cause i'm 'bout it 'bout it
when it rains i don't use an umbrella
flowing like water that you love to drink
sweet like a nut filled with nutella
creamy like buffalo mozzarella
sneaking around you know i smell ya
well i play ya like a peanut and throw the shell ya
well i could give a fuzz if ya think you're a baller
i get so many huni 'round you fall smaller
middle school rapper and a proud yes y'aller
if ya think about your grandma go ahead call her
from the east coast so i don't say hella
at the mic stand my performance is stellar
pop the tape in and i listen to fella
i give a little shout to nelson mandela
known for the words that make you scream and holler
i'm count dooku to your queen amidala
give a shout to spiro or john waller
i'm a student of the game and a bona fide scholar
so ease up on the bong to ease that coughin'
butter's on the table now watch it soften
bring in those beats and i'm a bring them often
i'm a keep rappin' when i'm in my coffin
like a mind gone mad that is unwinding
in a padded room the walls you're climbing
don't sign on the line if it looks binding
ya have to get loose and find the lining