I think it's time for us to stir the pot Like the feelings in the bench abroad Because you heard a lot And yes, I've been abroad Because I work a lot See, we done did it all Still bustin' like you jerkin' out It's nothing like ridin' a puffin' All my little brother James I just slangin' them puppies Slangin' superstar dick Till she said that she love me Raps underground railroad But nothing's above me Shit's lovely We stay bloomin' like a spring break Flower child Cadillac look like a cheese plate Crack a smile like a gator with his mouth closed A crocodile's from the Nile, yeah, we copped those Calendar book like library got shows You can ask my nigga Welch, these are not jokes Or you can ask for my help, I send a life vote A life raft for your rip-rap ass, I keep it classy Like you just got a scholarship Or like a wife of house waitress with a dollar tip Don't let them see your sweat, fuck all the politics Better go and get some gold, fuck the dollar big Eww, daddy fat on the kill block Keep the party goin', never was a kill joint I know you feel black, that's me in third person Sometimes I get beside myself, I call it soul surgery Words and sentences, simple rethices Everything quotable, bitch, remember this And take these with ya, sack one, sack two And your jaw on your knees with ya We spit universes, birthed them worlds with words From darkness came the big boomer verse I never met my match, but niggas now rather listen to the rumors first This shit's empirical, and still fearin' till the last bitch MC eliminated Uses his dying breath to proclaim me the most lyrical God, they done damned up the flow, sammed up the bow Came through the door sayin' this same shit before Fuck nigga, bring back Hop Hip These suckas sound slow, but it don't stop shit Damn sure not this, what I know so far True fusion only occurs at the heart of a star Thank you for watching!