Choco - Introductions lyrics

Ya probably never heard of me Word, it just occurred to me Forever word clever, whatever You couldn't learn to be An expert, sure Slur a curse over a verse Absurd to me I'll take a blunt ride in my hearse I'm K-C-L-S Illest, the best no jest Yo, I put the other rap to the test Hittin' on blunts when the beat's on a rest I cook the mic all night, spice with a zest It's nice right, the flows you know go so tight Gettin' high when I write, sip a drink full of spite Think like a Sprite, my lines taste so sweet Other rappers think I cheat slappin' raps on a beat Yo, I bring no compunction just a proper introduction Gettin' drunk in the back, so many blunts I can't function Then I blow up a stage like it's a f**in' eruption No luck, just the logic like a proof by induction Puffin' chronic supersonic and becomin' iconic k**in' all the other rappers like a plague bubonic, I'm on it ...Rappin', just a bit too honest Droppin' bomb sh** sippin' gin 'n tonic Told ya I'm the illest, still be the chillest When I'm makin' a k**, so cold, yo for real it's Like Morpheus explainin' to a b**h which pill is Which, ask ya b**h and she should know what the deal is She like, oh yo that's KC on the track She like to come to my show and take a trip in the back She been trippin' all night by the look in her eyes Even Lucy in the Sky think I'm a bit too fly An Argentinian Menem before he needed hair dye No question, yo Lennon said I get too high, and why? Ya gotta ask like I'm back in a cla** I take too many shots and smoke...too much gra** And I'm all about... hittin' that a** Take a la** make a pa**, and get in that b**h Turn the b**h on like I'm flippin' a switch This sh** is a cinch when they know that ya rich They know I'm so sick, got a real thick dick Weed scent on my clothes, cuz the smoke done stick Breathin' in air then I blow out a rhyme I write raps faster than I roll up a dime That's how it goes, yo, all my raps and my shows, ya know I'm k**in' time organizin' fire in lines And shine like the cherry on the head of the blunt I burn holes in ya brain like Molly does to ya mind You can find me kickin' sh** any time of the day I'm full of it, I spit until there's nothin' to say I'm pullin' cheese out the bank like they make 3's in LA Like Kobe and the Lakers makin' fadeaway plays, hey