My passion of rhyming is fashion designing
(Boom, boom, boom)
I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson
What we have here is a brand new sound
Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is
If you didn't then you couldn't afford it
And be the most to boast, I'm load and proud
Reach for my waist, you hit the ground
Tryna hold on, maintain my focus
So quest love let the fire roast
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Coming out a room with a could of smoke
(Boom, boom, boom)
Spit pesticides for rats and vermin
Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning
(Boom, boom, boom)
You better duck when that awful sound goes
(Boom, boom, boom)
And send them to jail for tryna pass go
(Boom, boom, boom)
I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined
And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z
Party people gather 'round
Look for antonyms, words I'm sending em
So I can flow and we can kill the whole show 'cause
And my brain go, I do my thing yo
What we have here is a brand new sound
You can take it as a caution or a warning sign
That separates thought from divine
Materials stitch by stitch for decoration
You better duck when that awful sound goes
But it still ain't loud enough
My brain like a factory constantly creating
To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note
Reach for my waist, you hit the ground
And the texture of my voice
The game and reign that remain
My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining
The man at hand that rule the school
Yeah, that's what's happenin' in the parking lot
Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie
Like I'm throwing a thousand knives
I'm live, design a finer rhyme that's right on time
Shaking them up, breaking them up, taking no stuff
Yeah, that's whats happenin' on stage
You better duck when that awful sound goes
'Cause I could never let 'em on top of me
What we have here is a brand new sound
Yeah, that's what's happenin' in the parking lot
'Cause I keep the crowd alive
Party people gather 'round
One step beyond and not behind the line
Homonyms, synonyms good like M 'n' M's
The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the
Smokers rolling with the punches
Reach for my waist, you hit the ground
Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show
I play 'em out like a game of Monopoly
Far from a brand new kid to show biz
(Boom, boom, boom)
Party people gather 'round
More higher level of depth one step beyond dope
Yeah, that's what's happenin' in the parking lot
Is course and kind of hoarse and cut
You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing
Let it speed around the board like an astro
I survive and rock
Yeah, that's whats happenin' on stage
Now it get sorted 'cause people wanna sport it ya bought it
