Flute Loop (Live)

I ain't goin' no place

Move? Me?!

Oh, motherfuckin', yeah

You don't get it, you don't see it

So, so, so, just sit back and max and relax

Off the tracks that I kick, come on and live it up

'Cause I get funky like diaper rash

And you know I'm mad spunky, and I'm making cash

Well, I got sex rhymes like Victoria got secrets

All you porno peepers who are trying to peep this

I'm like Al Goldstein, I'm all about screwing

Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat Ewing

Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave

Like virgin pow on the peaks of AK

Like a sound that goes to the depths of the soul

Well, that's thе feeling that I make my goal

Music to rock the nation

Holy moly, holy moly

Music to rock the nation

Chеck it out

Check it out

A little wine with my dinner so I'm the Grape Ape

Feel like a winner when I make a mixtape

'Cause I get ill when I'm on the pause button

And I get my fuckin' fill, and you can't say shit

More soul on this train than Don Cornelius

Mad sub-woofer pumping bass for your anus

Getting on this mic at the monthly function

Wires hitting switches connected at the junction

Perlman's got beats, but that ain't no secret

Dante found his shit, and you know he freaked it

And so the story goes on and on

Down in SD50 till the early morning

Early morning, early morning (Music to rock the nation)

Early morning till the broad daylight