You didn't even get paid for that, huh?

Ah nah, man, you got to get yours (Get my change)

Paid in full, mayne (Yeah)

It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'

And once I get my royalty check, you can kiss my mistletoe

Coagulating, ****, we gellin'

Rebel yellin', edutating, the world is ours

Control something, it ain't enough just to hold something

You know the half, I want the whole sum

Circumscribing with live shit

So when my rivals arrive, they never get the chance to see inside

The all-seeing eye, seeking, blinking, blinging, bringing forth

A meeting of the tribal chieftans

Me and my brothers pow-wow and building

Trying to turn these thou-wows to millions

Gracefully bow out, until then

Basically, ain't nobody safe

We body snatch over body breaks 'til everybody ache

And you can tell by the paper plates

Things of that nature take papes

So we take steps to manifest and move, true

Eye, wide, on the scene, sing

It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'

And once I get my royalty check, you can kiss my mistletoe

It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'

And once I get my royalty check, you can kiss my mistletoe

Ayy, remember the perimeter when high off the indica

Any sentence'll injure ya

I'm Cold Crush, in Cali, the gold rush in alleys

Don't scuff the Ballys

A whole plush Denali will roll up and down thee

We make moves like the Men in Black

Catch us where the women at

Swimming in the similac — stay milky, dumb filthy

Lawyers who defend the **** they know guilty

Rhyme practitioner curing the rap listeners

Supplying black prisoners with Kit Kats and Twizzlers

It isn't us, who see 'em?

I'll have that ass in a museum, exhibit at 2 PM

Scraping a blue BM, rocking the BluBlockers

With bullets strapped to my chest like Chewbacca's

With true rockers, guns in the school lockers

Who'll stop us when we doing the do caucus?

It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'

And once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe

It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'

And once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe

Arbuckle, you must wanna see my knuckles

I'm 'bout flow and dough, I ain't foolin' with y'all punk hoes

Yeah buddy, with money, I'm a quick study

If it get muddy, y'all muhfuckas should get from me

(That's real too)

I'm tryna get mo' from Bed-Stuy to the O

All the way to where they driving on the left side of the road

You best got what I'm owed

Stack it, bag it, double street platinum

Believe that's chips, boy

I shift your thirty-third vertebrae with my wordplay

Tricked your early bird brain, still thinking the worm came

We move packages and stack cabbages

For NASDAQ averages to increase to the maximus

We taking interstellar trips when we get the cheddar

Ending any vendetta now that we living better

We met, too Netter, and make musical medicine

Back together again, Hieroglyphics better, it go...

It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'

And once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe

It go jingle, jangle, jingle for the po'

And once I get my royalty check, y'all can kiss my mistletoe

Jingle, bring your team, go mingle

Jangle, hang, y'all do your thang, feels tranquil

Same deal

Diablo drill through hollowed skulls for the dollar bill

Call it willpower, now you witness real power

When you put it down for the cause and don't cower

Allow a, moment so we could soak in

A token, of esteem, now go get the cream

It's all good, or so it seems, so no extremes

Know what I mean? I'm flowing on a solar beam

Coming through a magnifying glass that'll fly and pass

Mad amount of mass when Hiero album crash

Like a tidal wave, like a title page

Describe a whole life divided on hype

From lowlifes who hold spiteful vengeance

Nah, you know it's no time for pretending

- I smell weed, man. Ayy, let's get a Phillie

- Right here?

- Yeah, a Phillie, man

- Skip this next one

- Yeah, play the next, play the next one

- That's my shit, but...

- Yeah, not that one, not that one, that's the beat, though, but not that one

- I'll be back

- Alright

- Get a fifth, get some 'gars

- I'm liking the new shit

- Yeah, I'm feeling it

- Pep Love: "I got that jewel of the Nile style, ruder than Wild Style, tearin' the house down, prove it from movin' the crowd, loud sounds in the atmosphere, while I'm crouched down, ready to pounce now, turnin' rappers to ground round, the best pound for pound, figure it out how I trounce clowns, smoke an ounce..."