Yes Iyah

Johnny on the spot Wit the downhill powerwalk tomahawk chop Wit the moxy and chops to pull up on your spot Or your proxy's Pop And put it to a stop Constant Every toc we take it from the top It's that 1 2 3 o'clock 4 o'clock rock Get your app open Plot the course you gotta trot When the mad potent drop of course you gotta cop Been a hot minute since i pulled up on the scene Mad events was not foreseen Next thing that i knew i was laying on a beach Next thing that i knew i was balanced on a beam Last thing that i knew i was rhyming on a beat Now everything's back to how it oughta be No problem to clutch a mountain by the peak Now that i can touch the bottom of the sea Stuck in my prime, full time heavyweight Three or four hotties chillin poolside anyway Me and mono done sold game to gave game away Found the hypotenuse Barbecues labor day Stones Throw done gone off the deep end Wit enemies like that well who needs friends? Christians told me to repent But i ain't too pressed No reason to pretend My bad pastor and deacon Signed, boy sand, grandmaster of weekends Widespread hassle and nuisance Not enough time spent following blueprints Not enough time spent tying up loose ends Every joe schmoe wanna put in they two scents And every jane schmane wanna throw in they two more Nonsense, they was my scent but i threw em off I do it all This and that, such and such, way too much to recall 31 flavors come visit and do the waltz Nosey ass neighbors stay listening through the wall Not your regular booty call Ain't no thing to dig in the booty if duty calls I be beating the booty like it was the booty fault Pull out spray on the beauty a beautiful waterfall That's TMI i just realized, me and mine Fast track, SESAC, ASCAP, BMI Just wasn't in the cards until the stars realigned All the way, on our way's gone away, we arrived The reason why is it's about time People think of planets like there's just about nine 20, 30 more you can expect to find expect to find life Talking just about mine Seated head of class the first and last of my kind Then i hit the s'mac up for a nosh of alpine Don't knock it till you try it You may ask me what about the government lying I would answer to you that's your problem not mine I'd be not lying Listen i got mine so i do not mind Before i got mine i had to stop trying Before i got mine i had to stop crying Blink of an eye look what has transpired Find me and my camp around the camp fire Sat hatching a plan to build a empire Ain't one yesman Yes iyah YES IYAH YES IYAH YES IYAH YES IYAH YES IYAH YES IYAH YES IYAH YES IYAH Johnny on the sphere If anybody asks i was never here In the lunchroom sitting alone my whole career Wear my pants so you cannot see my underwear Clad in scuba gear When i bounce i never bring back a souvenir When it come to kick and the snare I'm never scared You could tell by smile i wear from ear to ear Kinda weird, now and then 12 months of the year i'll grow a beard Wish you good luck finding the rules to which i adhere Take my last buck, give it to a bum to buy a beer Shed a tear for my once luscious glorious full head of hair It did not help getting it back to say a prayer But thank god that it didn't stop my being a player Is that clear I try to always keep a pad wit a Pam Grier I'm known to always keep a flask of the panacea I'm known for dropping in and crashing on Pangea Down and dirtier than Bill Lambeer Pull up looking like the president of Zambia Must have caught a pine needle in my pineal Bust off on your couch and now your couch from Ikea That don't make sense but rest in peace in Phife Type to throw a bee hive in a street fight Just the type to bee-line into deep night With a policy to decline to any e-vite Only deep flies Never three strikes Never deep fried Only green lights World tour all of outdoors Every drop of hot sauce Nothing outsourced Cry out for a encore from the hardcore Introduce your in-laws to the outlaw Greatest look since dinosaurs and the protozoa Greatest hooks since southpaw rocky balboa Before i lived in Brooklyn i was livin in the Lowa Chicks that look like Selma Hayek dancing wit a boa Always interrupt and run up on me outta nowhere Take em to Chipotle and get extra barbacoa Just 'cause i'm the object of they passion and desire Doesn't mean i'm splurging on they fashionable attire Honey got reliant, started calling me a liar Had to tell her no ma'am Yes iyah YES IYAH YES IYAH YES IYAH YES IYAH YES IYAH YES IYAH YES IYAH YES YES YES YES IYAH