Rap profession lisp multi dimensional
Backpack king like I'm the f**in principal
Lyrical warfare not fair
These words worse than chemicals
Yup never unacceptable
I'm on course mastering my art
Strive like Van Damme's heart in Bloodsport
Pencil like a damn roundhouse sure to leave ya brain sore
Kung Loa, King electric figure four
To ya limbs, reaching for the radio
I get spins muthaf**a a stereo
Oh
I'm on a new scenario
Stay colder than Lake Ontario
Here you go
Smoking o's like Cheerios I can't hear you though
Reach success so who I give the credit to
Will Smith b**h I'm a legend too
Drop bars like Seven Pounds in the booth
Been a Fresh Prince yea you all know
It's no secret I been hotter than the snow
Walking in some gym shorts like I just worked out
I smoke a joint or two then I work out
Tell her
This ain't working out
Pardon
Minds been in the garden nodding out
No need to shout the whispers missing out
Moved across the town I see you found the phone with all them pounds
Holy cow
Were all one now
No pow pow hit me on that pay pal