Watermelon

[Verse 1]

I express like an interstate

Hyper when I ventilate

My rap pieces penetrate and infiltrate your mental state

Just to reiterate

That I innovate

Bonin' broads when they men-estruate

I spend a great time with the rhyme

More than I did any female

I derailed your train of thought

Because your brain was caught

On some other man's thinking

Now your third eye is blinking

My rhymes be kicking like a brother's breath was stinking

I get funky for sure while you're *sniff* unsure

If you got beef, chief, then let that shit unthaw

This track was a broad

I'd be bonin the shit out of it

Bang, bang, bang then see what I can get out of her

Probably some scratch clothes and some J's

I got six million ways to rhyme

Choose one

I stand out like a nigga on a hockey team

I got goals, and I can like a pop machine

I come clean

Like a fiend in Chi I'm down with rehab

Stir my style crazy

Cause that's right, we bad, we bad

Pryor to Richard I was that crazy nigga

Cause I kick ass

And when I wreck it other rappers be like "whiplash!"

[Verse 2]

It's like I come to the party in a b-boy stance

I rock on the mic and make the girls want to dance

I come to the party in a b-boy stance

I rock on the mic and make the girls want to dance

Me without a lyric, is like a nigga without a beeper

I'm a blow this shit out, cuz I'm the joint like reefer

If Barry White was in the mob

I still would be deeper

Cause I had lyrics back when I used to run with Keyvin

MC's step to me, butt-ass naked like "What's up?"

I said, "You know you done fucked up

Now I'm sayin, "You know you done fucked up"

Everybody that hear me say I'm jams like the NBA

Cause I'm on fire

If I was a Michelin I wouldn't tire

It's funny how time flies

Well I'm as fly as time

I don't believe in role models

But if I do, then I'm mine

I make brothers say "True"

They see you and be like "Fiction"

I want 'spect and dead presidents

Like Richard Nixon

I'm a coach not a player

Not a gay mc, I'm straighter

My style is similiar to AIDS

You can f with it now

But catch you later

You can't touch this, cuz this is what I'm feelin bro

I'm the man, you need me I'll be on the fifth flo'

Just chillin'

Even if it's played out it's not the word to play so peace

I'm out to Dirty Burgers I'mma give my change to Reese