I'm the Chill Rob G, not many are equal

To my rhymes I write my own damn sequel

I keep your mind jumping with the things I said

My talent is comeasurement with my pen

Stay the hell away if you know you're gay

Cause the game all about, I do not play

You're confused, your mind is abused, so is your body

Enough about sissies, back to the party

I'm one black man strong, will those chill

Into your head these things I want to drill

I am the Future shock, I'm here to rock your knot

The Future's here now, this ain't no pow wow

So drop the pipe, punk, you're puffing poison

Yo it's annoying, destroying my homeboys and

Girls I grew up with, I had enough of this

You try to pass me the pipe, you'll make my posse pissed

And you don't want to, I'm only warning you

Making these boys mad is something you don't wanna do

Cause they be smiling, when they be wildin'

Beating you down is like a ten man pile and

I'm cold serious, don't mess with this

Cause I'm the G and these rhymes you don't wanna miss

Dope rhymes, dope rhymes



Fresh rhymes crowd my mind, sometimes I get insomnia

I can't wait to break so I can bomb me a

Soft, silly, stupid, simple, slow dumb chump

Been sitting on his ass like and old tree stump

Compositions I design I use as a blueprint

The envious try to oppose but those who sprint with

Speed, can always tell

If a rapper is fresh or weak as hell

What I say seems to separate sucker MC's

>From the ones with the ability to build skills like these

It isn't easy, but I supply enough power

To write rhymes that wake you up like a shower

Sure you're right like dynomite I ignite on the mic

Inspiring your mind to float like a kite

To places unseen until I brought them foot

Inserted inside your skull, then you were caught

In a mental conflict, your will versus mine

Then I release you, cause I win every time

So chill back for a minute as your hear me say

I am a PG-ologist born in May

My sign is Taurus, yeah I use Lavoris

We don't listen to suckers cause you know they bore us

Dope rhymes, dope rhymes



My timing and rhyming starts you unwinding

Have you on the floor bumping and grinding

Bass from the bottom bouncing off the wall

Suckers try to run, things can't even crawl

I'm fly, flying, flew the coup

I'm going going gone and got me another

Group of admirers, female desirers

Ego boosters, rhyme inspirers

I can do anything I want to

All I have to do is put my mind to

Work jerk and go bezerk

This is a high-powered party so pump til it hurts

Cause I flirt with every skirt, forever, forever

I'm souped up to surpass in every endeavor

I challenge obsticles and oppose opposition

A mic in my hand is like the key in the ignition

Of a ??? Mercedes, this ain't play time

This is the Chill One, with the Dope Rhymes

Dope rhymes, dope rhymes



Yeah, going out to my man The 45 King