Rokit

That clown niggas catch a gangster round I can control y’all niggas when I embrace the mound My arm is goose [?] Only difference my shit heavy and smooth like the head on Lou Gossett My pen, it plays the part of a sex demon The words shoot out all over the page in blue semen In reverse, it’ll sell like Marcus Neiman [?] in your throat for scheming Evian darts to bars, you can swim through the line My pH balance like the tears of Christ in this time I do this for Nazareth, study under the Arabics Pray five times a day, then I’m out of it Besides that, I wake up early Deposit duffel bags to equal the weight of Big Shirley Hardly been rained on, never been snowed in Some say I’m like De La Hoya ‘cause I’m golden Blowing like Biggie catalog, [?] Killing [?] similar riffs as Beethoven Hand on the garments, mock necks the bombest Hecklers heck ’til I squeeze the Tec like Charmin Bitches, you can call me on my cell phone If you wanna get hammered and stuck just like velcro You can put me on your ringtone ‘cause I keep that [?] just like a [?] [Outro:] Hey yo Peace, yo, yo, what's good? You know, this is Allah Math-- Yo, yo, what's good? This is Mathematics, right here DJ for Wu-Tang, class producer Hey, yo, hold up, it's like, yo, every fuckin' time-- Yo, what's up with you, son? Yo, get the fuck [?] Every fuckin' time That's all I wanna do is [?] Get off the speakers