Going Swell

[Verse: Quelle Chris]

Yea yea, I say what up, hello

Take a few pinches, down a pitcher then pick up and go

It’s so overly O of C

P-R-S-N-O-P-C-N-A-O-B-S around

Oh ha, I guess you noticed the crown

What’s starklin’ in it with you feminine emcees now?

Or how, I don’t even know how

LA Metro P, on your beats I don’t ever slow down

Peace up to them brothers Sko

And peace up to them lil bro Mo

Yea all those OCs keep that bowl smell

That oil drip ripper make your lungs swell

It’s going swell, sweller than Warren G

And they dark [?] on the ladies headed to the hotel

God’s body, unbreakable, no frail

Afro-asiatic mind, [?], oh well

This devil dollars, I don’t mind man

I handle bidness, I don’t rhyme man

I hear that sellout shit all the time man

But you ain’t makin’ no money, what you doin’ it [?] for?

We made it all this way without suckin’ no dicks

Check the track record, every lease is alliance

To every dollar that I get I’m deservin’ that grip

And when I say you hate your bitch be servin’ that shit

‘Scuse my French

Had to leave you losers behind, excuse the bench

Keep it one hundred and funky, excuse the stench

I don’t think you deserve a cent, this dude’s the Grinch

You don’t say shit about Q, Q’s a saint

Q do it so thorough, you dudes just can’t

Smoke, mask cologne, pardon the dank

Maybe one day you’ll be dope enough to be part of the greats

Greats, nigga

(The ABC's of offence is essential to any system of self-defence)