the chairman's intent
bronson, action
these sixteen bars cost sixteen cars
you ain't hot like prince
time crumbles when the jet black m5 rumbles
all from what i did last summer?
till i'm back up on the set
every motherfucking jump shot wet
same outfit every day like a cartoon
they'll never find you in a shark soup
and there will never be a part two
you're looking at some motherfucking art
two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like lawrence taylor
two kisses on the cheek for my tailor
i got the soul of an amazon healer
better be sure to put them cameras on
turn dreams into real shit
but little man will cut your face like wedding cake
switchin' lanes on these bitches like
switchin' lanes on these bitches like
watch the fifth wheel fall
i started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table
that shit was shining like an angel
i never trust a dude named 'angel'
sky opened up and down came me
floating in a jag from the 80s
tanned like i just left haiti
looking like i had mad plastic surgery
they turned bam bam chinese
i need some time to realign my chi
so bitch please pass that bombazee
before i get upset. homie