since when?

we flavor the music

chop this screw that

take you through church in a verse til you view fact

holy ghost

from the lowly coast

spit humility

facin critics cold fronts

blockin our humidity

fo sho as cognac'll twist yo dome back

our tracks? see

they be nappy

call it el natural sound of soul

you ain't seen these darts or how fast they've flown

(from

'tween these parts and the ones 'nere known

my slang bang with a twang and hang on earlobes

you hear natti

hot as caddies with no steering column on 'em)

with enough lines to dry all the clothes that you own

get pinned in a drought?

(not never been clever since big pens been about

reachin whateva levels that'll suspend any doubt

that we as bad as yo kids when this mics to our mouth)

i hear 'em talkin 'bout southern folks can't rhyme

some of y'all must be out your god damned mind

yeah

it's about that time

we got that shine

cause niggas been about them lines

since when? e'ry since a pocket full of stones"