Uh listenin to Jay Electronica- Grateful Dead with the harmonica, while driving in my targa top to Santa Monica, blazing kush and sipping on gin & tonic, while taking off a woman's bra/

But I cant go for that nah , im not Christian, Im just the man sittin back wishin, I could be in UFC puttin people in submission, mother$#&@a my mission is to serve you the dissin/


Don't listen then you missin, pow! , leave you with a blank face after I rhyme wow, like the #~!!@ im gonna chow meow, clean shaving , yes ,this (*##$ know me by now/


Because I am nothing but special, I round all pies to the nearest $#&@in decimal, rum and !@%!e yeah im gonna drinking several, this green just put me on another level hello/

I am the nicest fellow, sippin lean and jolly ranchers making me feel mellow, Soft music like the music from a cello, sexy women all around me and they $$# just lookn like jello/


Now you see I can bust a rhyme, quite divine and always on time, you stuck with a nickel but I have a dime, and she follows me to my shrine, Mt. Everest, where she gonna have to climb/


On my bed, yes that's what I said, never stop the flow because hip hop aint dead, its hidden like a broken pencil without the led, sharpen you? nah I'll cut you up instead/

I will bust a rhyme right here, leave your vision blurry while mines HD-clear, you are damaged, yes its quite severe, make a fool out of you in front of all your peers queer