[Hook: L.A. VanGogh & A Tribe Called Quest Sample]
Can I kick it?
(Sample) Yes you can!
(repeat 6 times)
Well I'm going
[Verse 1: L.A. VanGogh]
They say real recognize real
Another deal for a n***a who just emphasize pills
I PhD, I emphasize ill
I used to get a thrill from the emphasis of grills
With the wheels, dollar, dollar bill, trill
Living on the edge like a window sill
Learned peace on the real, I don't k**, I chill
But the 40-wop'll get shorty popped like Steele
That's the thoughts of my generation
And we don't need saving, we need ventilation
The block is hot, the block is hot
It gets more heated when a cop gets dropped, now Who Shot Ya?
Everybody want the Juice it ain't enough in the cup
We ain't living it up because our living is f**ed
Hoes giving it up, clothes ripping it
See, I'm trying to run sh** so don't be tripping me up
Dreams open doors on heaven's porch
I write fire, I don't rap, I blowtorch
Much love if you know me, good riddance if you knew me
I came up with this rhyme on the day Shayna drew me
[Hook: L.A. VanGogh & ATCQ Sample]
Can I kick it?
Yes you can!
(Repeat 2 more times)
Well I'm going
[Verse 2: L.A. VanGogh]
Yo, whatup son it's VanGogh, the criminal
The smooth individual, the metaphysical, hella lyrical
Tryna get my check up, no physical
But they prescribe me a doctor how I spit sick proper
Me and Boogy be in labs like a beaker
That fresh, it I kicks like a sneaker, 4 seater
I got enough drive, nobody needs to gas
One foot up on the brakes, one foot up in yo a**!
Rhymes take away your breath like gasp
While I opposite of last cause my hunger is a fast, that's flash
Or the opposite of slow like these hoes who Van-go
They trying to get chose like draft
They flows I be spitting have girls smitten
I'm never quitting, unless I'm hitting
They want me to towel down their moist kittens
Right after I chow down like kitchen
I'm fitting like hands in a mitten
The thrown is where I'm sitting while Ice Mountain sippin', sippin'
4 4 tippin' on some looseleaf, truth speaks
I came up with this rhyme on the day Shayna drew me
[Hook: L.A. VanGogh & ATCQ sample]
[Verse 3: L.A. VanGogh]
Yo, let me drop this knowledge on em
Ay yo, we living in hard times, so n***as guard 9's
Even closer than the endzone from the one-yard line
So I guard mine
These other cats get the job done, but it's part time, not hard to find
Cause I be dwelling in the mind of any human with a motive
Giving inspiration to keep it moving like locomotive
From '93 til forever I be writing sh** that's clever
Hoping God open the gates to heaven, knowing I won't get in
I'm not absorbed in sin, but I know the facts
It's an entry but no exit like a cul-de-sac
And if you trying to exit then you gotta motor back
The code of that reminds to remain from off the code of black-ness
I keep a broom to stay fresh in this mess
See, it don't take a lying reverend to tell me I'm blessed
At my funeral don't say I went to a better place
I'm only going in the ground anticipating judgment day
We're living in hell, a hundred plus degrees
But somehow through all the heat a n***a's heart is bound to freeze
Like I said, we live an underworld life in unknown
So, when we pa**, we decompose in the places we were grown
I'm gone
[End poem: L.A. VanGogh]
You see the phrase "Shayna Drew Me" is
It's like a metaphor
Other people's creativity inspired mine
So on the day that I saw someone else being creative, I wrote this rhyme
And I'm asking you if I could kick this line?
In due time, you will find
That in your mind
I inspire every rhyme