It's yourz
It's yourz
The world in the palm of your hand
Explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it
With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights
It's yourz
For your birthday, the Baby Face of rap politic with Sade
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beads
We live this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked I
Painful like hearin' the news, like when your man go
What's your wish? Wanna kringle like Kris?
Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz
Double L P from Wu-Tang Clan
Never mind the laws, 'cause tonight
Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Randall McDaniel
It's yourz! It's yourz!
Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton
Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room
Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo check it
Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
We hold a belt son, that's my word
With scissors in your hands, bitch, the Raza
It's yourz
Evergreen smokin' estates, rhyme and power made me treasurer
With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
Check out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safe
Select the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dress
The ultra-violet scream machine, move your body touch
It's yourz
It's yourz
It's yourz! It's yourz!
Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael Sadiq
I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard
Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
See through yellow lines
Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break
Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blam
No surprise, verbal stick up, put em high
The totem pole wobble ark builders God's rush
Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog
And snatch ya ice off, chillin' in the back, throw the lights off
Beams of light, stop ya breathin', it's huntin' season
The seed and the black woman
Double L P from Wu-Tang Clan
You Cocker Spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog
Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish
The seed and the black woman
Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo
Saddam Hussain niggaz light the torch, we flamin' niggaz
Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
Avenging eagle crooks rock the W and Spiegel books
It's yourz! It's yourz!
Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
Twenty-three million of useful land
Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight
The night is right, I might find me a suite
Twenty-three million of useful land
The seed and the black woman
You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo
Relaxed, wrote this, comin' at your crab ass cope
It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
It's yourz
Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony Train a gang of hoes
It's yourz
Ends blow, windy at times, watch the room safety girl
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
Double L P from Wu-Tang Clan
Honey eye-ballin', down for no reason
The world in the palm of your hand
The world in the palm of your hand
I'm open Raza hit me off lovely and I love him
It's yourz
Annheiser Busch Kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks
It's yourz
It's yourz! It's yourz!
You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon
Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
Thick snare, I'm feelin' like a snail in the ocean
It's yourz
Baby love the Ganja leaf, everday of the week
At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
Twenty-three million of useful land
Stop the fader of the ram, pass my watts through my pre-amp
It's yourz
Style molest that, canal chain nigga, where ya vest at?
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Keep in stride, smoke the lah, smoke the boom
I think like the man behind a register
It's yourz
You fag, you couldn't pull one drag, off my blunt
