Uh-uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Violence is the answer, call it key-glock.

Peacock in a fishbowl, slow riding, I need three shots

I'm sayin' he stand out, like that's why I think he need God. He's out there sellin' cheap pot

Take it easy, cowboy, watch me bebop.

Not the re-rock, you puttin' cut shit in the music

Just please stop, the way I beat these drums, it's abusive

I beat Pac, when it comes to cultural diffusion.

I'm talkin' out my ass, and that's why I'm fucking using

I say it how it is, nah, they full of cowardice.

Chiller than a Daoist is, I'm smarter than a Howard is

I could go hard, just lockin' it down. Or I could go light, hush, you never hear a sound

Uh, look it back up, you missed the answer.

Hook their ass up, there's gifts all up in the stanzas

Yeah, this song is fun, but I'm pushin', setting standards.

You can't say I'm nothin' when you're pissin' with your pants up

I can't front, I got your bitch, in handcuffs. She's tryna lick my man up,

One more time, one-one-five, I'm like Samantha.

I want all the brains and control of the Aether

And a fine ass bitch, I'm tryna fucking fill her face up

Walk and roll, I'm always on the go. I smoke a fuckin' eighth at a time

Feelin' that I'm sacred, sexy, and I'm one of a kind

Now I'm dealin' back the faces, in which my pockets are lined

What? What? I'm thinkin' that I gotta go, my flow is abominable

I got my sights lined up, I'm squittin' out the optical.

This precision's comin' optimal, so, what you wanna try now?

Last mistake, up my fists and knock you right the fuck out