Kool A.D. - Open Letter lyrics

[Intro] Just sent this email to myself I'm gonna read it off of my phone now [Verse] Once again, south Oakland veteran, open letter sendin' Hopin' you get it Totally shreddin' Yeah I said it a second time - Jazz Second line, second world problem child No style, All-Star, a lot of styles Pro style, go wild a lot of nights Look at the city that's a lot of lights Young culture worker, the role reverser The holy churcher, the folding furniture The golden purse herder, the hearse hurdler The turf surfer, A.D. that's adios to a lot of you haters Ladies love the cool lottery vapors But the only Ls I take is two tobacco leaf papers Mediate truths like a lot of newspapers [Jazz Breakdown] Kool childish, pop pop weasel schreech yo Look how many years I have been living without a job Like for real though Y ma' o meno todo legal And still got hella love for todo lo people Labor for love, the kid signify You don't like it then spit in my eye End of the day I still live in the sky If you living with I then I and I no kidding will visibly fly And shine indivisibly in victory Yous against can't do sh** to me Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically I'm the epitome of TOMA! Catch you in the MoMA café Laughing powder on the cold cuts Black Shakespearian, never read Othello though They say yo yo to my half Japanese with the cello though (Weezer) Make it jiggle like it's fresh like out the jello mold Kool water ice cubes sprinkle game hella cold Oh hella no, no, no, I didn't but I did though Said it hella times in hella ryhmes but it's still new to some Don't bust if you new to guns But don't trust when Babylon tell you what to do with guns Understand that truths is both true to daughters and true to sons And see the oldest truths are the newest ones and vice versa I style like the Yin-Yang Twins, I might have told ya I'm ODB plus Mariah the iron soldier White checks in whiter folders Stack steady in small minimum tables and move to higher rollers Some men and women are steel but see the fire fold us Some tend to children for real, some lend the children to higher shoulders to sit on and steal all the lighter tropes they get on And discard the lesser ones and leave them as lessons For the clever dumb I'll do you one better son When your ears listen to fears And your eyes brim up with tears You're better never having shed a one Cause you still couldn't drink that water if you shed a ton Fist fight, get a knife Knife fight, get a gun Gun fight, get a few, son I'm telling you if I got to tell you to get a bomb You better get your mom Tell her to send a nickel to the no bombs telethon Half you actresses be acting like you at the banana smell-a-thon Hella wrong Let's get ready to rumble, let's get it on Let's get it, let's get rich, let's get paid Let's get that b**h, let's let that rip You better step back, kid Yo, I rock from Buena Vista out to maybe like, LeFrak kid Throat to the neck don't waste that Pa** this sobrinito Take it as a prophecy from Tio Cleo Call me Tito Jackson in a head wrap Alhamdulillah, yeah I said that too Numbers in a red black blue and other colors But my favorite hue is cool Yo that's a shade of grey The only times I paid to play Were the times I had paper to give away Like you gonna get a tip today It's a damn shame the way the champagne sip away The ice might melt and drip away But picture yourself rolling in a Lincoln Seeing pawnshops slink in your peripheral vision And drift away it's just me bullsh**ting Eh I ain't got sh** to say It's just Vic, a swift kid from the A-L-A-M-E-D-A A simple game you ought to see me play Amaze 88 done did it again (Ocho Ocho) Bless the kid with a little more heat today (Ocho Ocho) Listen to the beat, it's way more complex than You might want to give it credit for A lot of y'all lettuce green you need to edit more And listen back and think about the reasons that you said it for And understand that all language is metaphor And if you headed for a wall, you better set a course to a door And if there's no door, you better get a door And if not, just look and see what you saw And with that saw cut yourself in half And two halves make a whole so climb through that I climb through raps to worlds untouched And unsullied by human language My wine dutty cutty My Cuban Spanglish Sip my sugar water Tangish, Tangesque, Tangy Kool A.D. best rapper in the world