Smokin' Thai with this bitch that's more fly than Jasmin Guy
I should mind the people's court
I'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz can't grapple
You're bustin' dumb raps off the cap, oh shit
(Yipes)
I fill all my days with big butts and boom
I'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm ditchin'
I'ma roll right by 'em in the fly Lincoln
Beats make my head bop, so I'ma rock it for the streets
I fly down like the Chi-town wind
(Bust a rhyme off the head J)
On this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic
Now I'm cuttin' and slashin' like Luke's light saber
The Likwit crew, comin' like this on you
'Cuz I got the ladies lookin' like Foxy Brown
Hooked up with John Q so let me do my thing
I don't walk the street, I roll my Jeep in an instant
The nigga missed me, I'm in this rap game so I'ma aim to be best
And love to the Liks, hit your ass like a tackle
Confidentially smashin' instrumentals
When we start rappin', heads roll like Patton
But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it
And in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky
And I got this magic, want to make your puny soul diminish
Oh shit, that's my nigga, show these niggaz how you figure
If the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk
But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal
Peace to Mad Lib and my nigga Wild Child
Downin' all beer types, from St. Ide's to Red Stripe
After Bill Cosby comes Ricooooo
With flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin'
They called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor
I naturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm
I'm not your R&B singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin'
I drop the mic and strike the Heisman pose
Catch my drift, I'm down with my nigga E-Swift
Yeah, what? You trapped in the zone
And put my rear shit in flight, peep
Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units
And deliver ill verse guaranteed to cause highs
Hardcore G, I get hardcore man
Never shy, sippin' on some why ask why
Lunatic potential, an isperential differential
The menace stuffin' mics down motherfuckers windpipes
I fuck with the crew who downs the deuce, deuce Mickey's
I rock the beat to sleep like an infant
While niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from Chess King
With the flood blood clot the Alkaholiks rhyme a lot
Mary Jane ain't nuttin' but a joint
So when you walkin' down the block
Yo, I'm like Grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage
I bring it to your chest, pour all the way live
Where MC's get seared and all spots blown
I let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets
Snatch the mic from Doug Llewellyn and host my own show
I let my pants hand 'cuz my big nuts need room
When my girl starts bitchin' I gets got like a kitchen
Roughneck niggaz wanna box me down
You better watch who you approachin'
When, the saints come marchin' in
Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal
Pow, bust my liquid-ass style
The Liks bring the beer Tip sticks it in your ear holes
From the underland a fuckin' wonderman, bam
But I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit
It's fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest
While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin' students
'Cuz I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin
Yo, put in the disc E while I hit the whiskey
My name is Tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with
Transmitting live to all my black people
Has returned to burn, it's time y'all niggaz learn
With that four minute Olde English piss on you
The abstract delivers, I be the Queens nigga on point
