Verbal Soulclap

This shit here be the bomb to me
This shit better than broads comin on to me
This shit dialouge how its supposed to be
Better grab a hold of your rosary

Why the five - 0's always approaching me?
Those hydros all in my upholstery
Dime hoes, they be accosting me constantly
Assholes callin the cops on me constantly

Can not catch us, concentrate
Every single days millisecond I contemplate
You can't even give a motherfucker a compliment
Without the motherfucker startin' an argument

Cucarachas all in to your condiments
You ain't gotta waste time writing ya Congressmen
You'll waste time like a bunch of incompetents
Tryna' do Sandman somethin' a consequence

I ain't count my accomplishments
And years gettin' it on with all my accomplices
And years settin' it off for all my sponsorships
Here's for the catalouge, all of my consonance

When the beats freeze all of the hostages
My peeps rustle the props from all the imposters
And I peeps, learn from my pops to handle my posture
Learn from my moms to handle my pasta

Learn from the best
I learn from the Vets
I give a mother fuck for the Yanks
I root for the Mets

I'm not the one to sit on the fence
Or feel on myself for being so full and in effect
Homeboy Yosemite Sam, I hop like Jiminy Crick
Then get it hot diggity damn and lickety split

So everybody put up a hand for summer and sand
To make you feel summer of sam was safe

PEACE