Lyrics
Smoother than some cocoa butter, betchu dont know {a brotha} [no other]
Dat could bring da funk but still have sumthin you could show ya mother
Appealing to the masses, like vision healing glasses
Im schooling all these bustaz, like deez suckas, still in classes x2
For all da population, rap be my occupation
Sticking to the facts my conversation, strictly based on observation
Arbi-trarily, mediatin, start ta- vary the, deviation
Before it goes to long, and its hard ta carry a-lleviation
Boulders on my shoulders, momma told us, but we didnt listen
Now Im getting older, getting with em, all up in my rhythm
Deep up in da cutt like a surgeon with a strict precision
Meanwhile I be hangin like a jury, in a split decision
Catch ya off guard, when I change up da flow, tryna follow me strait beggin ta go
Smoking on dat, ra-dio-act-ive, and often purple dro
Tryna kill my high just like da po po, ackin like ya dont, when I know ya know
So Ima Leave ya horizontal, while ya soul gets vertical x2
Mister KA, producer, TIGHT, competition looser
Tryna catch a eyegasm, my flow be Medusa
I choose ta, label, all of my, opposition losers
Bitch I got mo juice, den a Jack LaLanne juicer
Stayin down with Jesus, while yall suckas mo like Judus
Like Caesar and Brutus, you know I how I do this
Wanna check my nutz I dont give a fuck like a nudist
Cuz up here in Eugene, we smoking green, like a Buddhist
I dont think you niggaz really ready for tha flow, no
I dont think you niggaz really ready for tha flow
I dont think you niggaz really ready for tha flow, YO
Every time I spit a rhyme, Im on da grind, FA SHO
DEF davyne, aint broke no crime, so raise up off me POooooo
Lice, hollerin peace, but tha polices piece say no no no no
STEEL IM TRYNA letchya know, Im just tryna bust my flow
Deepa then tha dictionary, a young visionary
Notta MORMON but Im out warning the world like missionaries
Ya life is fictionary, fuck you and dat bitch you mary
Yes allow me ta draw ya tha picture just like pictionary
Angers just like languor leaving ya with a lack of energy
Haters keep on hating with no debating or clemency
Looking for a remedy, sorry but ya gotsta die
Friends turn ta demons, like dey be fiendin to transmogrify
These, are tha salad days, when even my free, style it pays
Lost, like a mile of maze, deep behind my smiling face x2
Back, with an epigram, hataz ya besta scram
Kicking them quick, pop hitz, I got betta jams
{Clever and, from tha 805, home of neverland} x2
Every time I spit a rhyme, Im on da grind, FA SHO
DEF davyne, is bout ta shine, so raise up off me HO, ho
Every time I spit a rhyme, Im on da grind, FA SHO
I done told you once befoe, Im just tryna bust my flow x2
Smoother than some cocoa butter, betchu dont know a brotha
Dat could bring da funk but still have sumthin you could show ya mother
Appealing to the masses, like vision healing glasses
Im schooling all these bustaz, like deez suckas, still in classes x2
