Yoga Flame

[Intro] Enemy of the State I call this one "Yoga Flame" Yoga flame! Aww [Verse] Meditate, on the floor, fold your legs, resonate Breathing speed, regulate, clear my mind 'til it levitate Dhalsim, I beat the game, level eight, hella good Never great 'cause God is great, so, ain’t no goats, ain’t no gates Fences see the rams ram, lambs let, sheep’s skate Brace yourself, teeth straight—fix your face, for Pete’s sake Birthday wordplay, piece of cake, fold the flow with seats for eight Ororo Munroe, make it rain, not with bills, I make it change Take that cool shit, make it lame, take that nerd shit, make it bang Yeah, you heard us—make it bang Yeah, you heard me: Make it bang Melt the change and make a ring, take that ring and make a bracelet Take that bracelet make a chain, look how far my necklace hang Connect that chain up to a crane, pull the game up by the brains Could not move it just with brains, so, I had to use some bling Shouts to Drizzy, shout to Wayne, Yeezy, Jeezy, Ricky, Fifty Raekwon, Loso, Gucci Mane—I’m not going to drop my name Sneak that message to the masses: You can call me "Chocolate Rain" You might think my wallet drained—look how far my pockets hang That’s cause I got pocket change—my net worth is basketball They net worth is soccer games—tell them niggas, "Stop it man" But they cannot stop it, man, so, they forced to watch it drain They be looking so blue like water when I wash my jeans King without the whoppers and king without no Pablo and King and I ain’t got no dreams Bruce Lee, dishwasher, cleaning out your pots and pans These niggas ain’t got no staying power Once I hit them with the powder, then throw 'em in the shower These niggas slower than some dial-up I be on my broadband, these niggas still downloading Lu finished, you still up on YouSendIt, uShare ZShare, how long you going to be there? Damn FinallyFast.com for you, fam Information superhighway—these niggas ain’t got no lane But you can ride my shoulder, like they pulled you over I sit in the driver’s seat; you sit on the sofa I am Patrick Swayze; you are Whoopi Goldberg 'Cause he was a beast in the way that he controlled her Rest in peace to Patrick; rest in peace to Stacks, kid Rest in peace to rap—no, rest in peace to wackness Yeah, nigga, I whacked it Baby boy with the glasses He is like a Black, rap Zach Galifianakis Hangover, game over, nigga, that’s it! [Outro] (Yoga flame!) Enemy of the State