Low Pro Ridin'

Chuck Gibbs, in the building. I got my man Dakota. He showed up; he showed out, And we chillin’. Late night, beat knockin’, Danny takin’ notes. Turn a simple sample complicated, Reverse it, discombobulate it. I’m not concerned with the norm or how my thoughts form or who hate it. The skill got ‘em lookin’ like they caught in a fart storm. My art’s informal. Conversate with myself more than anyone else just so I’m informed. Danny one helluva moron. Slick pour it on thick for a no one with no gun. You’d think he flowed for fun and not for funds. By the songs he sung on a scale of one, two, three, four, five, etcetera. I’m not but I’ll be John Browned if I don’t get it done at 50 something. Get you sumbitches some Bitches talkin’ shit and still want a picture witcha, what? Chill, chill, chill, chill.

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Low pro ridin’ when I slide through the city. Low, low pro ridin’ when I slide through the city. Low pro ridin’, low low pro ridin’, low pro ridin’ when I slide through the city. Low pro ridin’, low low pro ridin’ when I slide through the city. Low pro ridin’ when I slide through the city. Low, low pro ridin’, low pro ridin’.

Yeah I\'m active, you see the tape how I did it bastard. Ain\'t no clashing, I just synchronize on most shit, made sure my mind clear before I go dive in, You know how this gone go, learning more of the G code Got respect anywhere that my feet touchdown Feature price go up everytime I read more books Bullt angles responsibilities got way big, 3 years stacked knowledge on data & made more moves Mentality values add more with more mentors Shroom coasting for me it\'s enhancement! Let me show you sumn, I\'m from the bottom, got no inheritance Bike ride Anywhere I got my mind most set, do us all favor Study how to get more check, ain\'t going even cap when I ride its a semi, ain\' taking nun them Ls, when I learn it it\'s a lesson, low pro riding when I slide thru the city

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Low pro ridin’ when I slide through the city. Low, low pro ridin’ when I slide through the city. Low pro ridin’, low low pro ridin’, low pro ridin’ when I slide through the city. Low pro ridin’, low low pro ridin’ when I slide through the city. Low pro ridin’ when I slide through the city. Low, low pro ridin’, low pro ridin’.

Comin’ fresh off a packed show Baskin’ in that glow Mac-town brought it to the Hummingbird & we pushed the Wattage ‘til it rattled windows in bars of every near or far cottage, jail house or ale house in hamlets for miles around since the movie version I envision it with inaccurate precision. Of course I’ma force of nature, the tug speedman of hip-hop, drunk dreamer… AKA big shot. A hardy har har is in order. No paparazzi poppin’ snapshots. Not a reporter for years in any direction, not like there ever was. But I’m still here to tickle ya ears; I been ridiculed by peers. Not one to claim he’s too tuff, too tuff. I’m just raw widdit.

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When I, when I slide through the city. Low, low pro ridin’ when I slide through the city. Low pro ridin’, low low pro ridin’, low pro ridin’ when I slide through the city. Low pro ridin’, low low pro ridin’ when I slide through the city. Low pro ridin’ when I slide through the city. Low, low pro ridin’, low pro ridin’.