Intro

I wonder not who's got the pot, who the hottest in the spot
They all flukes and will get popped
Holder of the throne who throws boulders at ya domes
Never grabbing cold ones i leave the weed and brew alone

Everybody got tracks with bass and no substance
Lust filled songs by new hippies on drug trips
Is ya rhymes ill or shy, never catch the killer cry
About as unknown as mainstream heads when Dilla died

Truth 100, poof, one dose will have your mind blown
Inclined as kites, rocking no diamonds or rhinestone
Food for the ears full of sense fill the blind folk
What a nice bloke with the lines that excite coke

Miss me with the skimp sh#t, ride the beat like ripstiks
Finding peace from within the inner child that's hidden
Snapback on crip wave, no i dont gangbang
Chicks i dont hare like fresh meals, i dont spare rappers

I just click clack em with the slick raps, most piffest, new jack
Whippin up some of that new crack
Mad slept on wack n#ggas they taking two naps
So i move back, blast and stack the bodies like a shoerack