Verbal Soulclap

This shit here be the bomb to me

This shit better than broads comin on to me

This shit dialouge how its supposed to be

Better grab a hold of your rosary

Why the five - 0's always approaching me?

Those hydros all in my upholstery

Dime hoes, they be accosting me constantly

Assholes callin the cops on me constantly

Can not catch us, concentrate

Every single days millisecond I contemplate

You can't even give a motherfucker a compliment

Without the motherfucker startin' an argument

Cucarachas all in to your condiments

You ain't gotta waste time writing ya Congressmen

You'll waste time like a bunch of incompetents

Tryna' do Sandman somethin' a consequence

I ain't count my accomplishments

And years gettin' it on with all my accomplices

And years settin' it off for all my sponsorships

Here's for the catalouge, all of my consonance

When the beats freeze all of the hostages

My peeps rustle the props from all the imposters

And I peeps, learn from my pops to handle my posture

Learn from my moms to handle my pasta

Learn from the best

I learn from the Vets

I give a mother fuck for the Yanks

I root for the Mets

I'm not the one to sit on the fence

Or feel on myself for being so full and in effect

Homeboy Yosemite Sam, I hop like Jiminy Crick

Then get it hot diggity damn and lickety split

So everybody put up a hand for summer and sand

To make you feel summer of sam was safe

PEACE