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Baby,
(I say, "Lord, mercy")
is for all you dirty bitches out there
Suck up on this nuts
(I say, "Lord, mercy")

Say stop! Hey, that sound?
Everybody look goin' down
I'm everlastin', on a roll
I'm rockin' to the boat, gray matter tone

I ain't sayin' I'm God but you can this
Chances are if I'm a star, I'd be Mathis
On some smooth shit, I'd be gaming all the
Hitting Hugh Hefner with his Playboy

the Sunday funnies, I'd be reading Doonesbury
See me dark, love, shit be getting scary
I'll freak you like on the night of the prom
Let's keep it cool and calm, I'll stroking your palm

Work my way up your arm, start kissing ear
Maybe, your lips, then pulling your hair
Yeah, I freak the spasm to get the orgasm
And if my legs cramp, girl, I that stamp
I got it sewn love, so you ain't got no
Hold up, a second, my vision's gettin' blurry

Stop, hey, what's that
laced dust all up in my L
Bitches start sweatin' once the pockets
Let's take it back billion cells

Periodic measures to say my
Too much of dope need growth-type slow
Off a poet's tree, let me my leaves
Shake off my roots and up my sleeves

Break a branchling wist
for the mystical
Yo fancy, shake your
Our transystem is MCs
I hymn-zen, I'm casualies

Pot smoke-seeds,
it, I be on every first ability
Of chaos, a form of infinity
Gettin' me supreme ID

and tackers
At which my faster phrased
Super-lax, break and MCs jump off wacks
Revolves and steers and sees time stilt
I work for Real Divine, it's lyrical chill

I say, "Stop", hey, what's that
Someone laced all up in my L
Bitches start sweatin' when the swell
take it back fourteen billion cells

Stop, hey, what's that
laced dust all up in my L
Bitches start sweatin' when the pockets
Let's take it back fourteen cells