Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's

It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock

My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop

Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie

I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined

Spit pesticides for rats and vermin

Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning

Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is

Far from a brand new kid to show biz

Tryna hold on, maintain my focus

Coming out a room with a could of smoke

Smokers rolling with the punches

I survive and rock

Cause I keep the crowd alive

And the texture of my voice

Is course and kind of hoarse and cut

Like I'm throwing a thousand knives



[Hook:]

Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound

Reach for my waist you hit the ground

You better duck when that awful sound goes

Boom

Thats what's happenin in the parking lot

Thats whats happenin on stage



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The man at hand that rule the school

And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z

And be the most to boast I'm load and proud

The game and reign that remain

The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the

More higher level of depth one step beyond dope

To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note

Cause I could never let em on top of me

I play em out like a game of Monopoly

Let it speed around the board like an astro

And send them to jail for tryna pass go

Shaking them up

Breaking them up

Taking no stuff

But it still ain't loud enough

So quest love let the fire roast

So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause



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I'm live

Design a finer rhyme that's right on time

One step beynd and not behind the line

That seperates thought from divine

You can take it as a caution or a warning sign

Look for antonyms

Words I'm sending em

Homonyms, synonyms good like M&M's

You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing

I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson

My brain like a factory constantly creating

Materials stitch by stitch for decoration

My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining

My passion of rhyming is fashion designing

Now it get sorted cause people wanna sport it ya bought it

If you didn't then you couldn't afford it

Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show

And my brain go

I do my thing yo



[Repeat Hook]