[Verse 1: Harris Rudman]
I hit the ground runnin' if I run at all
Peep the scene middle finger do a somersault
I'm cooler than aluminum in ovens, chucklin'
Cuz your b**h got a face that be lookin' like Michael Ruffin's
The heart could be a careless ruler
Highed up playin' hookie call me Harris Bueller
Fell asleep writin' raps but I woke up
Hit the salsa bar tryna stick it in some chocha
Feelin' a little stoney in need of a missin link
Tell her I got the juice if you would mothaf**in' wheeze
98 keys jingle right beneath my knees
I might swerve off while I'm lightin' up the trees
We bash you if you ain't heard of the flow
Cam Feen, B, and me the new Murderer's Row
Uh, the Babe Ruth of stay true, but wait 'til they pay you
f** that I come back this sh** just a prelude
[Verse 2: Harris Rudman]
And every time I step it's like I never left
When they ask me what I am I say forever west
I'm doper than the sh** in girlfriend's nostril
The young Chris Webber treat 'em all like Jake Voskuhl
What's realer, my bows coached by Anthony Peeler
Only kick it with producers and them canopy dealers
My high is equivalent to the sock length of Walt Williams
b**h I'm soarin over all civilians
Blind fold swallow she gimme that Ced Ceballos
Eatin' avocados from markets in Ottovalo
Feelin' as free as when you spark it in Colorado
Let it lay, every day, don't forget to say Mohalo
And I be at the spots where they find the message in a bottle
b**h I'm California livin', marijuana driven
I drop back like Steve Young in 95
And throw cyanide at your f**in diatribe