let it be, cause i need to rhyme
just breathe, and you'll see you'll find
an emcee of the deepest kind
with the key that'll free your mind

word to everything, i want it - yo
proper dough, live type iconic flow, unlimited chronic smoke
got your body rockin', gettin' props for all thesbe sonnets wrote
couple ladies jockin', labels knockin', i ain't signin' though - on my own
emcee's try 'n peep up at my liner notes
gritty sixteens, just fiendin' for my kind of dope,
i'ma ride the road, look up to the sky and hope
ma, your baby boy's time to blow, with this sly approach
and i thrive with those people that i poly with
others on they lean or prolly cheesin' from they molly hits
on my grind, and tryin' to olley whips, i'm reachin' and got a grip
seem to get it poppin' on some lolli shit
i'm with my rasta men, hail jah, selassie i
ill trips a killer acid high couldn't satisfy
this hip hop has become the chosen path of mine
way above your attic guy, praise be to adonai

clearly i'm white, duckin' stereotypes
i'm weary of heights, but stuck in this aerial flight
tearin' a cyph, prize searchin' cereal twice
still need a little luck, son carry the dice
it's like - a summer breeze, ton of trees, puff comfortably
my rhymes is grime, chris, i be tough to clean
jussy b sucker free, so buttery
everyone's company, like they love huckabee's
and i punish beats, chill in this seat
whip your head back and forth like willow with weeves
white widow-est weeds, like literally
type illest emcee, my syllable schemes
chicks know, rep the five digits in my zip code
do it for the 0-6-5-1-6 yo
tip toe, while her man sleep, get a strip show
sip, smoke in the van, deep with my kinfolk

at my shows, catch me sippin' coke and jameson
my brothers underage, and so i'm sneakin' joel and jason in
she lookin' blazin', know i'm fit to get a taste of it
ain't let me j it then, damn that's a waste of trim
ma, let me see you shake your limbs
heard i'm on a pace to win, f your mans, take you for a naked swim
i'm so cold, son, i chafe your skin
i ain't tryin' to wait again, if i'm locked out - then i'm breakin' in
gateway's a bitch, need a degree
what you write in year, i could leak in weak
freaks in the sheets, all the sudden see it's key
i'm just tryin' earn my stripes like zebras, g
yeah, what i supply make the worlds colide
i murder these turtle guys, once the boy rhyme, son, they sure to hide
they've heard that i have this to thirst inside
and climbin' the turpentine, plus merk the don all in perfect time