Well, I a bad rap when I skip a soul trap trippin' and laughin' at the crap Dap is I get the best skins that I hit You we rock the fuckin' joint and we split
Singin' an ryhmin's, what I'm for When I describe I'm a scribe a metaphor I use a lightly 'cuz that shits played The common way most rhymes are made, ya
I rock like this, I like that But all those comparisons are that Kickin' different styles, I'll be right Today, tomorrow, next and next year
I always say I feel and that is a promise in life is above being honest Sauna is cool compared to being on But how it's gotta go in the stone age
The fame in my game, I rapture Like a polished I'll make it shine for sure Word is that traveled, become unraveled I been around the world baby, gimme an
I'll be your boogie man rather than I am is what I am Though we don't have too to love a day a night We only love those who us right back
The kid is the kid is clever Stompin' in Jackolantern's Backpack strapped 'cuz the world is pumpin' don't ya know
The kid is smart the kid is Stompin' in weather Rocks his and playes it mellow While maple leaves change into
And oh shit damn at it again Tryin' to beat my high since the age of ten See my high score flash on the back I was malcontented doug in gifted
Now here's the we came to heal we gonna rock in rio Oh no, not a joke it's how we feel Put to like a Sugar Ray scientist I'm dancing in my Sunday best
I'm betting on my and my path is lit' see The microphone is live and I'm my body Smooth like Miller in an airborne freeze frame Funky like the Kung-fu can put you to shame
The kid is smart the kid is Stompin' in weather Backpack strapped the world is cold Headphones don't ya know
The kid is smart the kid is Stompin' in Jackolatern's Rocks his hood and playes it While maple leaves change yellow
I'm hey, wait a minute Give a on two then I'm ready to begin it With a boom bap coming outta your trunkies Give a fat out to the phunk junkeez
Striken like a taken chances But I love to see the girl like the belly dancer Standin' up with a tight stomach showin' Me on singin', flowin'
We just kickin' it live we just kickin' it 'Cuz if you kick it live you gonna die so punk so quit talkin' junk You need a live show like a ball player needs a