AM To AM

Keep it hush 'cept the snares and the chronic
'cos if it ain't loud, then son I don't want it
Hit like a comet, maybe I'll be back soon
Blasting off to Mars on this vacuum
Peel skins like satsumas
Most these new wave rap boys is mad losers
Toys, fakes, jabronis and all that
MC's get dashed, tryna war Alecs? Fall back
I don't need a backpack to rap (Nope)
Only happy when I'm hitting ass, grass or hash (Gimme that)
The brothers cold with the funk
Me and mics unite like Goten & Trunks (Fu-sion ha!)
RZA and the ASR 10
Infuse the zoot with a dark gem
Clark Kent can't match up in the weigh in
We get lifted from AM to AM

All was silent 'till one moved in (Who?)
That wеird brother with the long tooth grin (erm?)
You know hе never pack the bong too thin (What else?)
A face fit to front a dog food tin (Oh him!)
Don't be so mean, he shoots for the slow team
Stinking (like what?), like the soil he use to grow green
For the record plod I don't know who He be
So pinch that snout and we'll be just peachy (fine)
I spent nine lives on the dolo
Hopped back to eat your planet like Moro
Ayo you need something from the shop?
Yo G you're in the fucking booth! My bad, my bad
Body shape like oozaru
True Baloo, King Lou - who'd have knew?
So long, I'm out to cop a nug or two
Throw back the mic like Bugaboos and bubble goose