Peep my credentials involving instruments rhymes massage the cells in your mental relieves you of the babblin' that you use to every since the departing
I got it hemmed - mad methods to microphone mechanism from inner city curriculm to cuttin edge for headz like circumcisions in yah mental zone I'm sly
[Verse One:] Word life boo, I checked you flexin wit' cha crew lookin sweet enough to chew wit them saint eyes like tha brew, roughneck mannerism, fly
[VERSE 1] LANDSCAPIN MENTALLY SHAPIN' LOOKIN AT MY GUCCI IT'S ABOUT THAT TIME REPRESENT MY PEOPLES ON THE ILL-A-DEL SIDE LIVE LIKE MY 93 SH*T FUNK VIBE
I say meters of rap and poetry combine to make this one topic of discussion, you heard dat sh*t "n-o-va-shun" Bahamadia must be one of tha last pioneers
I'm reclinin' out West - maxin at da ress pressed to see my cutie that I call to come caress me desperate pooh unavailable da check dis - not into masturbating
exterior and believe inferior next ya know they callin for a sound bwoy burial D&D Studio B wicked catch wreck for infinity one love peace to Bahamadia
[First verse] Pleasurable acts navigated hearts strings steady with the grace of God and formed an entity out of puppy love greeted by a choice now
Straight outta the metro rhythm central I'm innovative at thee intro cause I go slow moe but never slow poke but never joke dope but never coke spits
