Pass me the blunt
I meditate on it like a monk
Buddah is what they call it
Is it all worth it
Well let me ask you
Does it have a purpose
Alcoholics in a hearse
but to be quite frank honest I was drinking when i wrote this verse

Jai Alai sipping, kung fu gripping
Scotty Pippen when I put my chips in
Low-key, where is the money?
I rather free the bees and the honeys
Aint no Aunt Jemima
on my pancakes, trust me
Fructose is not what I ate, sizzurp on the plate
Look close there’s no mistakes
Why don’t you carry your own weight
We all wanna be the king of the parking lot
We all wanna live this hip hop
But there's no fresh produce
Processed POTUS
Contains 1 percent juice, aint it wholesome
and what you holding in your holster?
A beeper or a bluetooth speaker
A heater, or a feature from the grim reaper
Hotter than the Carolina when you eat her
Classic like the Man-eater
Brain feeder, what’s a leader?
I rather follow the healers
With a bottle liter of tequila
Sinsemilla
The origins of your roots might free ya
The purging of your sins might kill ya
Others would’t wanna be ya
But I’ma stand right here
Side to side till we disappear
As we walk the line
Grab hands
Wish for infinity with no doubt that we can
Allegedly, the soul, we can’t understand
But feel, how music is so real
Movements moving mountains, it surreal
Max, Salvador, and the third wheel
Mass Appeal, me baño en el rio y sonrio
la naturaleza es mi madre y yo su hijo
Interconnection es como vivo
Como el Padrino
Es mas que estilo
Chistes del Negro Palomino
Word to my cousin Gabino
In the kitchen chopping it with Chino
No stopping the bandidos
And I think we know (tell em if they don’t)
Born in the valley
But the avalanche won't stop me
Can’t lock me, Los Federales
Grab the tamales,
Quien es responsable?
Dale, que nadie hable
Esta grave but it's gravy
Still picking on 4’s like the ukulele
Okie doke, here’s the rope
There they go, running low like micro
Let’s hang Jim Crow,
and I’m not talking about chilling nope
nope nope nope
In the 70’s I had an afro
In the 80’s a spoon around my neck
and here came the 90’s in my tape deck
Here came the 90’s in my tape deck
Here came the 90’s in my tape deck

In the 70’s I had an afro
In the 80’s a spoon around my neck
and here came the 90’s in my tape deck
Here came the 90’s in my tape deck
Here came the 90’s in my tape deck

Been true since 92’
Papa was a salsa head in the groove
Now I’m just another virgo chewed and accused
Refused, no woman no cry
It’s why
Life can be a bitch when you want her to hold you tight
You want her to make things right but you blew it thrice
What about that time? Songs about mimes for the love of mine
Digging in the mine, flashbacks in the spine
Was this part of the master design?
She has to be the prototype
but we will see in time
Don’t believe hype,
If you can freestyle then you can freestyle it don’t mean you can write
In the air tonight.
if you feel it then YOU feel it but that don’t make it right
What’s wrong with these rap songs?
Covered in chrome, snatch the microphone
to expose your hallow bones
It’s cool holmes, next time leave the act in the back of the ac
and Bring the mack and watch how the crowd reacts
In fact, leave it alone
Your 15 minutes are up, time to go home
I won’t see you next life time, you ain’t no Tyrone
Ooooouuuuuooohm Your cover is blown
You got a lil’ money but no gold to back the throne
It’s like a false loooooan for happiness
The interest is the negative when you’re a pessimist
Since the genesis, no one’s missing him, finish him
Feed ‘em some medicine
Business can be menacing, settling suddenly is the worst defeat
Punishing the lazy and the weak
Sentencing the tongue in cheek
Resembling boutiques don’t tweak
You gonna leak
Be history like antique,
Lace the beat
Hunchback Esquire; The Golden Child.