| Here comes a change and another change
|
| And another change and another wave of change
|
| Like a heartbeat coming from another world
|
| I burn, bush on Sinai
|
| None higher than I
|
| Roll up, like that good kush that they’ve been smokin' since 5
|
| Pull out like 2 9's and I aim it dead at they eyes
|
| And tell them lyrically motherfucker you have met your demise
|
| Jedi, the black chapter
|
| Like the bone in they thigh been hip to the game niggas lame
|
| I am July working my fire
|
| Know to fucking light up the sky
|
| UFO with the flow, I’m like that alien guy
|
| ET, high power, I three, I see
|
| With it, lyrically niggas never touching us sick
|
| A cell, hard to pass me, I’m too cold they ain’t well
|
| I gel, with black hippie Monáe Janelle
|
| A droid, roid, hemmed in they pit, niggas smell
|
| The shit coming through, silver-back monkey at zoo
|
| Bananas, I’ve been really forreally like a milli leroux
|
| East side, now show respect cause the west coming through
|
| It’s like lyrically Big and Pac, man if they friendship was cool
|
| Motherfucking jams we making until the skies turn blue
|
| My view is by Badu sitting at window seats
|
| Lookin' down, word to Nate Dogg, and all dog pounds they he peep
|
| We high, touching the sky now and the rest of 'em sheep
|
| I’m that ba-ba black one now standing out in the heap
|
| Buh-baa, but brag, I part rappers, fingers on Chad
|
| From the rad and so-so's I top, most niggas that lag
|
| Behind, never they catch up like the britches they sag
|
| Close to fallin' off, I’m in front I’m the jag on the jag
|
| Catch up, catch us, good luck like clover niggas now gag
|
| Throw up your 3 for K-dot, now wave 'em repping the flag
|
| Jamla, camera, I snap like ginger cookies, a monster with stanzas
|
| Stand us, they can’t Walker Texas, I’m rangers at ranches
|
| Out of their ranges
|
| Kickin shit up now these niggas can’t stand up
|
| Sit down I’m too fuckin' profound, I’m rap Diddy to strangers, I’m gone
|
| Look into the new vision in mind
|
| Kendrick divine intervention, I drop a jewel and the diamonds glisten
|
| Don’t chime in my business you’ll run into atomic collision
|
| You knew my colonic was different
|
| I’m shitting on shit that was shifting your image
|
| I rhyme like a chemist
|
| I rhyme like the Guinness book of records was records I written
|
| I rhyme and you mimic the rhyme that I didn’t like when I did it
|
| You bit it
|
| Your bite is so big you need bridges at night, and 9th can admit it
|
| The pint that Hennessy spiked this minute a mic and a menace
|
| And time is dependent on what you pretending to be
|
| Your grind is diminished by me and mine is the menace the preach
|
| I’m findin my soul on this beat definin' my flow
|
| And you know I fold any foe at defeat its 4 in the morning
|
| Formin a George Foreman that’s a grill when I speak and I’m on it
|
| Till the mill in the jeep then living orders
|
| I feel like feets of the fortune of gorgeous of bitches I see when recordin
|
| sheesh |