Check it. Check it, check it when I rhyme. I can keep the rhythm like a black stripe mime. Bend at the knees, squeeze, do the butterfly. Rhymes so fresh, From the back of my mind. (So fresh!) Bring you back to a forgotten time. I know why you like it fast all the time. Gotta keep it going, don’t want to waste your time. If you can’t blow a fella, then blow his mind. (Say what!) Better duck if that went over your head. It’s a sticky situation I spread on bread. Mama always said don’t start what you can’t finish So I went to bed hungry, too much food on the dish. Some rapers got speed. Ya I don’t need none Cause I got lyrics, so they ride shotgun. roll a fat one while I eat a muffin. With A pound in the mix. I Roll through the six. We T-Dot, (Yep yep) you know how we do it. Paraded that shit. Legalized it. Can you tell me how much THC’s in the hit. Don’t cry like a bitch when I buy from the rich. Check it. Check it, check it when I rhyme. I can keep the rhythm like a black stripe mime. Bend at the knees, squeeze, do the butterfly. Can’t ya see? Days are changing. Gimme another reason to be lazy. I’m better by myself, so go ahead and cage me. So, I can do something that I haven’t done lately. smoke some haze, get out the brush and start painting. Play some house, flick the strobe and start raving. Scream out the window, who wants to hear Slim Shady (Damn you crazy!) Ya But shit doesn’t faze me. People are amazing. (Not) I Stole the neighbour’s TV while he was out buying TP. Ran back to my house screaming fuck da police. Noticed a kid across the street tossin up CD’s, shot Drake down with his bee bee’s. I start thinking, it’s time for online gaming. I don’t care if it’s sunny or raining, fuck being outside, climates changing. Put on a mask what the fuck am I’m breathing. Slap that mosquito for giving me heebee jeebee’s. (Fuck that!) Take a little toke and I pass it to a friend Who talks so much, gotta light it again. Starts to canoe, boy go roll again. Takes out the blunt wrap, boy you da man. If ya where I’m from, you know my man Sam.. ROLL IT UP. ROLL IT UP. (Break) My ghetto, my ghetto, yo T dot hellla. Standin in the street, me sing accapello. Wanna dis my track? Then come ally cats, here’s where your milks at. Fuck all y’all disses, fuck yo stones, you can stick it. They can do no harm. There colourful marsh mellows in my lucky charms. I ain’t even listening. You’re just thinking one more rapper like me will turn hip hop to a white thing. Ya, Who’s next to take over the main stream? Tell me. Another mumble rapper repeating his repeats. Like, I will not disrupt the class while the teacher is teaching. Chalk on the board, thug life is being erased and replaced by a generation without a reason for a screw face.