Wit my mistress mixin for the bisucuits
Came up on whiskin witness in the kitchen
The earth reverse my words up in the wind an
Im bout to drop some shit you really never even heard yet
Words bet im gettin higher then the birds nest
Spit them geometric bars up in ya area
And if you disrespectin ares you know im scarin ya
An you should read book you sounding so illiterate
Considerate when i spit the shit but catch the drift
An please dont ride my wave
Its not the type that you should rift
Flip some shit take a hit proceed to gettin lit
I know ya bitch and yes im really wishin that i didn't
Only pimpin i hotboxed the benz kid
And she could slip in she already strippin
No slippin hold the title like pippen
Wit you she dippin wit me she tryina chip in
Bad bitches up in my face
Wishin they could get a taste
Mission reachin for the space
Im feastin no leavin ya trace
Cane cutie
She gotta whole grain booty (what the)
She throw her back like a hyperextention
I flip them tracks they just might hire prevention
An fuck them wack phony sucka prententious
In the trenches im loadin up the semi tenseless
They sittin bench but still im callin up the henchmen
Clear lenses my aura and my vision endless
Did i mention my flora an my piff is pleasant
Wit my foriegn side bitch ride in a foreign whip
I adore this shit ya bitch bein a whore an shit
Ingnore my shit still it spreads beyond conception
No exceptions im killin all that otha shit
The motha ship makin drops up on anotha level
Funds fa bezzels but still its never imbezzlement
Exquisite bars really it should leave you celebrant
Ya bitch celibate wit she down to sell a bit
One hell of a life an im down to tell a bit
The revolution too futuristic be televised
Word revised blaze the herb until it blur my eyes
They words just lies i emerge bewteen the surgin tides
Endure the times but dont let it get the best of ya
The quest for love never let it try test wit ya
Im blessin up always gotta double up em
Gotta double cup the bad bitch a troubled dutch
Cane cutie
She gotta whole grain booty
She throw her back like a hyperextention
I flip them tracks they just might hire prevention
An fuck them wack phony sucka prententious
In the trenches im loadin up the semi tenseless
They sittin bench but still im callin up the henchmen
Clear lenses my aura and my vision endless
Did i mention my flora an my piff is pleasant