LAPSANG SOUCHONG

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
Yes y'all and it don't stop
Imagine a world without no cops
Smoking weed in the streets with no harassment
Ain't nobody breaking up the bashment
Ain't nobody handing out like 50 lashes
Ain't no momma crying in a napkin
All because her son got blasted
For putting his hands up
And asking a pig
"Please don't shoot me"
Everybody do the right thing
Like Mookie
Shouts out to Luke, I feel jukey
I'm kicking my truth in the booth
So high like I'm sitting on a roof
Like Snoopy
Fuck the police they all
Stupid ass dookie ass drug dealer groupies
We don't need 'em
Like a corner store that doesn't sell loosies
Hella boosie man
It was all a dream like Juicy
Rolling through the town like sushi
In a two seat
Feeling groovy
Zooted off a doobie
Loving life like Desi love Lucy
See me kick the rap so kookie
Ah sookie sookie
Sipping on lapsang souchong
Loose leaf
Who he? Victor? Nah
Viktor Vaughn
DOOM be Viktor Vazquez
Hehe
Kool A.D. - calm collected ass kid
With the spectacles
Throwin' y'all compact disks in receptacles
Slipping on vittles that's delectable
Um
And listen to the art so collectible, rare
Like a flank steak
Used to have hair as fucking long as a bank statement
And I cut it off not just to make a statement
I just didn't want to wash it
Shout out to the Buena Vista projects
See me at a Godstomper show
In the mosh pit
Man I got bars kid I'm awesome
I still got it never lost it
Alabaster Samovars
Paper thin parsnip
Slices with the lemon and olive oil
Big face racking a wallet up
Fucking promise you boy
I feel like the half-black Action Bronson
The half-white Ghostface
Hoe cakes track runner backer still
Crack sales rivalling Advil
Swing the hammer
Four swords on the anvil
Sacer skateboards on the mantel
The decors of a jazz man
Canoeing through the fjords of a labrador
Hop the bull horns like a matador
Man is not a panavore
Meaning he could not live on bread alone
Ha!
Tried to quit rapping but it wouldn't leave my head alone
I'm a dog trying to get a bone paws
That's a double entendre
Nas with the metaphors and similes
At least I like to think so
Hella fools copy the style like Kinkos
Y'all washed up and played out like
JINCOs
Me I'm evergreen like two pinko one stinko
Your boy built for Cuban links bro
Y'all live fast and think slow
Me I'm vice versa that curse that
Throw you in a hearse Jack
Ain't nobody doing worse black
Dick bigger than a church hat
Throw me any beat I'ma merc that clean
Hella mean I'm a jerk man
Y'all style generic like Kirkland
Diplomat immunity just like birdman
Hit you with a left and a right
Plus a third hand
Y'all be working off slander
That's thirdhand
What's good with your man
And plus your man
I'm ashamed of my country like a German
Bars make you thizz-face like
Ew, germs man
Kill it like Saddam did, Kurds man
Serve sand salad sandwiches
Blander than the ballad
Was described by the slickster
Kool A.D. the self appointed God trickster
Rock the skinny jeans like a hipster
Your boy a fixture like Pfister huh
Ayo
Go on
I go in in the sun like a blister
Violent Femmes went to the school with your sister
Or the zoo with your sister and kissed a mister
Can I get a dollar man?
Fuck it its a classic man
Remember that?
Young A-lister
Bend the hat brim like a white boy
Asha brim 45 corner shop hype boy
Haha
Cop the Glock 9
That's a nice toy
Sticking to the side of the pan
Like fried rice, boy
Damn I'm a nice boy
Everything is everything