Heady heads ain’t ready to be headin up the hill Sits the dog, cheat code ammo and the flow’s on overkill Throw veggies in the dezi you already know the deal Slow your role, slow n steady man the feddies know the drill Hold the heat, flow from golden teeth, mighty tongue in cheek Rappers bent the craft backwards as they smelt of bung n meat The dapper livin lacquer, doggy sniffin in the street I need beyond organic sonny, a lil smidge of sump’m sheek. Now I’m listenin to LOX White pants, no socks.. favorite albums on the yacht Salmon bagels on the plate with the capers on the top Scrape it off, lace the smock Made my sauce with apricots He got the Mart on lock, he’d let the B1 drop. Boss offered a kilo low key though know I’m no Nino Blanc Siftin shit n flippin chickens kid, your harvest gettin chopped It’s the Capo don dado Chapo Chavez on the block On dot whole team’s on flip. The whole scheme’s on flop. Old man Sultan told me the cream don’t stop And the crops rule everything, but the cream’s on top ** And the cream keeps rising, so thats me on crops Cheeky buggers creep on come up when they see bones dropped Sure your time gets liquidated, but the stream don’t stop. Man keep ya nostrils cleared plus Keep ya mangos stocked. Sippin mangosteen with Doopy at the mangrove spot. Savor that limon panko crust on that filet you got. The heap keep rising Papi sayin the decay won’t stop So don’t claim no fame, until you claim your spot. And never simmer no sauce til you’ve cleaned those pots. Runnin with the pack Chompin at the heels Slow it down doggy hardly any traction on ya wheels Lumped in with the rats Howlin at the moon Slow it down doggy hardly any time to tend ya wounds Off the haunches launched with steel intact Who’s feeling that? Sealin meals off from the realest cats We reeled it back.

Jah bless the jobless God bless the godless Can’t discern where my road begins and the lot ends Goblins n ghouls on the block like Rodman When it's off of the noodle, the dog top ramen On the stream, ol’ duff king salmon Charlatans shake a stick like a Guatemalan shaman Chips they all in, balls to the wall then the dog gone kid put his kin in a coffin Now it’s eye opens Circling the sky hoping that mine closes Saw it chokin on bones Felt my throat itch as I made my way home Peek through the blinds Saw an old geezer with a kink in the spine Reminded me of me But only through death could I know empathy Hell’l freeze ‘fore I believe what you rappin B I’m out here in the Rye where the rest of the catchers be Red setter to the left me Type to poke holes to expose where the pressure be But that’s my culture Carry on in the street or be the meat for the vultures Where’s my culture? Carrion in the street lookin sweet to the vultures Can I live? It cawed from the balcony Falcons scout for me while I’m mastering my alchemy You can see it’s all real Wanted something to chew on then I give em raw eel When you’re brewin it they all wanna laugh at you Demonstrate the craft then they wanna take a crack at you Might have to break a back or two Surely break your own if you tryna keep it factual Something that I’ll gladly do Keep the sword sharp eyes keen on the avenue

In the land of lovers there’s a gap east of Cumberland Peace to landlubbers, it’s the none other than the son of Sam Motherfuckers gonna understand I’m a cunning man Heard you movin birds like Cunningham for a couple grand Come Easter bet you don’t make a peep All my buddies rap and they packed in the Jeep All black and he back in the street Winter time see the breath, hone my craft with the fleet Back in autumn homie told me that I owed him Thought somebody woulda taught him who be sittin on the totem So I told him, toolies never had to tote em Cuz I’m rollin with a pack that keep a sack for ya scrotum Reminisce when I was younger with a hunger Crush the 40 on a dumpster piss in gutters in the summer Now I’m a seasoned Veteran 10th grade I was a varsity letterman Sike but nah for real tho I could ball like a Jefferson Too small to be a center but was fat enough to set a pick Wiped ass with the brochure Pigs midtown like everything’s kosher Dark clouds loomed over But never been too shook to look over doomed shoulder On the corner like a used sofa With a rat, a couple dogs, and a few cobras.

Aye Carumba, it’s the unsung son who lack slumber One on the set man I cut ya like lumber Bring up old shit so I’m something like a plunger Comes the dog from up under bringin y’all from asunder Sumthin tells me brain it’ll be a hot summer So should I switch lanes in the Range or the Hummer Paleos tryna take the grains out the wonder Son perhaps it’s time you went and picked the brains of the hunter Shorty god diva but I’ve always been a Hershey fan Peeped her at the Y with some Jersey City burley man He’s gettin yammed on in my Scalabrini jersey man Word to fam Hoopin more than crunchy chicks at Burning Man But son, shits bout to go down like flush Not enough room for you to use gas like us Nor brooms for these witches flyin into the sun And just copped a new jalop so how can I bus? Cuz a little bit of weed and some Hennessy got me ready to set it with kinetic energy Frivolous endeavors melted with telepathy Shredder under leather will behead an enemy Out in Wilmy like the fuck invited Fabio? Lamp in Hampton in the mansion wit Papio Now I’m in Panama like where the fuck my wallet go Broke as fuck out a luck but at least I went to college tho Talley Ho tho man, he did it like the funky Villain Only needs a book and a hammock and the dunny chillin Adapt n switch the style like Shang Tsung Rappers eaten faster than a bag of rangoons They liked the way the kid swang thru Hangloose, second generation suede boots Stepped in the puddle when he hopped out the gray coupe Never gave a damn, you could tell by the beige tooth. At the Goodwill finna fit the man’s dresser Hand me plates. Nanny state. And you dress like Fran Drescher They quick to catch the massive man’s fury They grovel as he gobbled on some massaman curry But he really eats when he’s on the microphone Lookin like a pudgy youth demolishing a waffle cone. Food for thought, fill your plate up Rappers walkin uptown with the everglade butt And now they all on the fan boat Sweet potato gun.. load it up with yammo The Dog stepped in with more camo than Rambo Macho Manflow Rando.. Savant Spittin in the snow, saw the cold flow flourish Jack frost packed sauce so I’m O so nourished They rushin phones tryna chokehold Boris We sittin eyes wide cuz we so slow loris. Sippin grog with the old boys, mookin Kids locked on the old block stayed stupid Livin lovely sits your Duff Levant Cupid Coolin, took an oath he’d never go putrid. And now they all on the fan boat Coydog howlin in the rain with his hands soaked Generating energy until the damn dam’s broke Macho Manflow Rando.. Savant.

Stepped right into form You could feel the essence Of the oath that he had sworn Torn from his eternal presence Sort to fork up your intestines Fought to forge his independence Play the back Type to sleigh a track with masked and armored henchmen Got a gold magnum bolt action flow That’ll soul clap n’ throat gag a whole faction cold Then he’ll toe tag em Don’t grab him Old fashioned cloak wrapped The phantom of the oaks back Descending through the smoke on a ghost stallion Mic that summon Shiva And his wifey look like Xena Keep a heater for the reaper bust a funky cold Medina Motherfuck a feature, he don’t wanna meet em Chuck the crust n eat em, Pressin him for dough as if he need em They can suck a penis Huntin season; demons up in trees and that's the reason he can’t trust em If they need it uppercut em through the fuckin ceilin Fuck around Catch a body Ask him to dumb it down Better ask somebody See him makin rounds through your town like he was a Gotti And he breakin sounds with the hounds like he something godly He been known a minute where the real power’s at Always had a knack to point an index finger where the cowards at Had to hack, machete action tat Caption that, back in black Best believe the casket match You asked for that Plaster cast a sucker for runnin his beak Straight out the jungle with blood on his teeth And he’s tempted Never pretended fuck sendin a message He bussem leave one in the cheek Fuck with the chief you’ll be slumpin on ice for a week If you buggin you suckin the deet Love in the streets Where none of you fuckers’ll be Better be runnin from him Better be runnin from me

Blessed and cursed to be grimey Skyfall lights off dare a slime ball to try me And the dog got chops for lickin Coy as he may be he be unleashin on the schisms God complex chuckin bullshit out the pulpit Forced, men and women live their lives out in annulment Call it what you will and have the law enforce it But I’d bet my bottom quarter that no lord of yours endorsed it Got these Suits tighter than a corset Mother frackers get the fire that be drippin from the faucet Actin like it’s rainin chocolate But it’s a nilla sky so it’s time that they jumped off it Here’s the dog slangin guava Introducing you to a confusin new saga When dogma bears armadas in an alias for Allah I’m doin it for humans cuz I do it for my raza And most won’t even acknowledge If the mother’s purging poison then we’ll surely be the vomit Took to selva to seek solace Now my arms bear peace and I keep the heat polished Wack novice rappers gonna need to be admonished Pack onyx, leave their gullets full of black olives Not a threat, it’s a promise Catch wreck on the set ya whole sect get demolished This the start of their ending.. Lay it on the ledger for the fledglings and my bredren Jack son like reverend Landscapes on wax.. now he’s on the map so he’s feelin like a legend Where’s the coyote headed? Deaded just for roamin Dreaded with the comb in The essence of a ronin Chose to settle in a valley, often gnawing on his foot Hyenas heckle in the alley, their paws engulfed in soot Regain composure, no prename disclosure Just peep game when pea brains get exposed when I approach em Cobra in the holster while the vultures loomin over Firey eye’d wirey hide spit slimey like some okra Their scope is zoned to narrow while I’m carvin up my arrows Bad to the bone and the gristle and the marrow Unregistered predators be preyin on the regular With that racket I just give em love like I was Federer