Im game tight, wit a pencil i paint perfect lyrical pictures
Like popeye, i whistle an wink my eye at ebony sisters
nibble'in on de ear lobes, watch twitchin b-cause it tickles
Like Sickle-Cell, my rhymes r sick an shoot like 9 milli pistols
bitches duckin down while im bustin rounds of punz & syllables
Ill in the most,
unnoticed format, jus ask dese bitches
try 2 clap back & get ya ass smacked back into position
Ive made da transition 4rm "okay I quess" 2 da sickest
An illest, my rhymes cut through skin like circumsitions
this was jus a taste a wat MC's wuz missin
Here 2 stay
and stimulate ear drums, like a clitterous

haha
LA, ballin all night
ya know i had 2 do it
just a taste a how i swith it up
here 2 stay
haha