E.R.K. the Red - Ill Cosby lyrics

Verse 1: Ill Cosby, Hammurabi to the Third Party Lobbying beat breaks from each state, it ain't just a hobby Bars are lofty; I steal sticks from Sid Crosby It'll cost ye an arm and a leg for me, papi A Rebel Rouser with the prowess of Doogie Howser Got the power of Bowser, y'all b**hes barely some mini schnauzers Sniffing your flowers. Gimme 30 minutes to an hour And your girl'll scour through my trousers in search of a golden shower Nasty as Nas's nostrils, colossal blue waffles third isle at Costco And offer to sleep in the most awful of brothels With the most docile of prostitutes., Best salute the apostle Through gospels, rituals, new Negro spirituals Lyrical novels - I'm Pulitzer's Prized ho Unrivaled upon arrival; kicked down the door with no rifle, still had n***as stifled Spit 'til arch-rivals suicides or I'm the fittest for survival Archetypal of ya idols and my tribe's the disciples Spitting rhymes out the bibles, to get you high without bring out 5 like Michael Reprise of Clyd the Glyde's prime on the mic I'm Olajuwon to the toms, beating breaks like Ike And yet we still find the time just to roll up these dimes? Tina down the riverside, sipping wine until I wither and die Verse 2: Third eye rhymes with 9 lives, alive in all 5 dimensions Where legends lecture lessons via Smiff-N-Wessuns Repress the best the best of the west, decease the beasts in the east Slappin' ya mouth with Southern clout 'til lips swell like yeast Word on the streets, and your papers - y'all should read all about it "Red's like Priest, running in and out of homes and houses" And quotes about: "That trout n***a better get his karma Shove a gout toe down his throat." And, yo, that's just from his momma Walk a fine line between Dahmer and the Dalai Lama Tryna stay straight, but all that ganja's causing blunt force trauma We got mad Buddha like I'm ripping off Siddhartha Gautama a hundred dollas for the finest marijuana True gentleman and a scholar; a young Skywalker tryna make Amadala by baby mama Spit that fast, call me the Ramadan rhymer Y'all just some mini-E's, copying styles like a f**ing diorama f** all that drama, save that for TNT, man Red's a baller - stay tuned E's penis (ESPN), ya f** all that drama, save that for TNT, man