Ultra Rare

[Produced by The Production Kids]

[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]

Oh, here go that shit that you wish you could sound like

You pray for the soundbite, with your key on your sound kite

You niggas close to broke trying to get your little sound right

Ladies, throw your titties in the air if it sound tight

I know, I fail to fit the mold

Bugatti down the road, less traveled, you know I ain't got one of those!

I be camel-back, practicing my humping for my hoes

And he sent me back just to snatch up everything y'all own

So I'm, back in the West End

Posted at the corner of despair and who cares

Giving niggas directions

A pair of Nike Airs and some faith injections

Somebody let me hold it 'cuz the devil keep testing

Ain't never had no people, neither a team either

Give a fuck about my sneakers, I was raised in the creek

Where the luxury of weeping ain't available, you see

And the factory producing a new junky every week

But, ain't no way around it, niggas like me had to creep up

Shake they ass down at the table with my feet up

Never seen us coming til' it's over like the Reaper

Tell them girls, "Keep up, baby I don't need ya!"

I know it's difficult you had it up to here with those

Flashy ass superficial milky nigga cereals

Hangin' with the crew I'm in

Wonder what they really on

I'm just tryna sing a spirit song and put my children on

Lil niggas know Rick Ross, but they don't know they take home

Slow through my city like an elephant

Make this left on Langhorn, I'll show you where the devil went

They wanna fuck us cuz we militant, relevant, novelous, element

Dressed up like some better win

[Hook: Marian Mereba]

When I dream

It's your skin I dream of

My body's rare

Did you know this?

Oh, ooooh

Your eyes only see

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[Verse 2: Doctur Dot]

I woke up to a set of manicured hands around my neck

The plan was to abandon after sex

But I, guess I dropped the ball on this one

(Guess I dropped the ball on this one)

And my stomach's steady growling, growling

Cannibal on stage as I gaze into the crowd and decide who I'll be chowing

Childish, major moves daily, daily, daily, daily sprouting

Out the fucking box that you tried to lock us down in

But still a nigga quite perturbed (Oh well)

But these might be my last words (Oh well)

And if you dare to look me in the eye for too long

Guarantee your eyesight gets blurred (Oh, well!)

I'm arguing with myself as my body starts to rebel

Like the cartilage in my legs was causing my knees to fail

I promise, I fuckin swear, I'm too honest to make it here

I'ma probably pull a Chappelle, get my dollars and disappear!