Like stacks of thoughts. Got tired and worn. Used over and over. 'Til they were tired and torn. Like a broken clock. That can't tell time. I like a thick-ass book.
Drink a six-pack and then you play some ball. Walking down the stairs and then he starts to fall. Add on two joints and then he starts to sweat. Two hundred seventy five pounds that you can't forget.
One-two-one-two keep it on. Listen to the shit because we kick it until dawn. Listen to the abstract got it going on. Listen to the ladies come on and let me spawn.
Get on the mic Mike let's be real and don't cloud the issue. The rhymes are rope an M.C. you must listen to. People say that they been missin' me and missin' you.
Girls, all I really want is girls. And in the morning it's girls. 'Cause in the evening it's girls. . I like the way that they walk. And it's chilly to hear them talk.
Good times gone, and you missed them. What's gone wrong in your system?. Things they bounce like a Spaulding. What'd you think, did you miss your calling?.
Time is runnin' and passin'. And passin' and runnin'. And runnin' and passin'. So you all better get right at this time. 'Cause it might be no next time ya'll.
One-two-one-two keep it on. Listen to the shit because we kick it until dawn. Listen to the abstract got it going on. Listen to the ladies come on and let me spawn.
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss, funky boss. Funky boss, funky boss, get off my back (hah, get it). . Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss, funky boss.
Put this on a zip disk, send it to your lawyer,. File me under funky. Like sipping lemonade and Arnold Palmers. Big holiday parties like Dolly Partner.
So, just sit back and max and relax. Off tracks that I kick, come on and give it up. 'Cause I get funky like diaper rash. And you know I'm mad spunky and I'm making cash.
Kick it!. . You wake up late for school, man you don't want to go. You ask you mom, please?, but she still says, no!. You missed two classes, and no homework.
So Mike D what's up? Yo yauch what's up? Come on Mike let's. Tear it up hear no evil see no evil talking no bullshit so many. Damn people are so damn full of it keyboard money mark you.
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros. I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know. But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise.
Kick it!. . You wake up late for school, man you don't want to go. You ask you mom, please?, but she still says, no!. You missed two classes, and no homework.
Words comin' forth like water from the tap. Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack. Back track through the minutes when the thoughts went insane.