PINNACLE BY KAMIKAZE LOON
Verse1. I spit Biotene till the track clean glistening with Lean Ima Megasaurus King you just a wanna be Barney pinnacle sire spires I live for the Third Eyer Messiah Pinnacle Ridahs success at the highest my love for the set can't get no higher Clark Gable from the start gable we the T.O.P "Tower of Power" my loft on the streets a lofty peak a upright structure a pinnacle feeling making it to see the sunrise brother I sunset smother and bring the night shadow fight with dark thoughts are they wrong or right to strong when I write I spawn the life Biology Mother Nature calls and responds to mines digging on the scene till I strike supreme the Jack of Spades the Jack Black of all trades wordly amaze with da fying Mak 11 Lighting bringing glare to the icing why try me I'm not James Brown or Bud Dry but I like that Virginia tobacco and Clamato Cheleda on ice flipping chicks with ends like chickens with that cheerleader spirit Pantene sheen make panties gleam Cookies and Cream if you know what I mean mean alligator green hot cash Gator Chips Raw Flavor no flaws to savor I got them bumps like alligators we get the highest off Acme Acres till our lungs are aching hatred
Verse2. I'm from South Cal Sur Town surmount true blue love Angelino's we get that hot cash like Foxx Rats extra cheese on our pizzas with Jalapeno's molecular structure anti bustah no s**ah I faced the repurcusions for being a Thugstah now I'm just trying to survive amongst the lovestahs no more pain and hate S.S.I days all day overpaid for being a slave now I just trade game with the realest to play I portray a face that chamelion change sun moon dark light winter fall spring summer rays your autobiography just a summary mines is a forever shining summer ray that high beams Pinnacle no hunches wimisical more spiritual then physical militant no quizzical C-Rations my style airtight loaded with protein just me and my Apex Pyramid Peak Cali Gold Team and the Pinnacle Globe with me muthafucca I'm sweet tooth cold I spit Pistachio I turn you into popsicles and stop your Casio's the local morgue my freezer I deep freeze every season lace it with treason f** a reason there's not one needed