[Verse 1: unidentified]

You gotta mastermind these things, man?

You feel me?

Perfection is perfect, man (I hear that)

Perfect's perfection, man (church)

Ain't that right, ain't that right

That's righteous

Young ones, trying to stack the young [?]

Lemonade gum drops

My sneakers hi-tops

My eye cyclops

From the cold side of the town

Icy-Hot patch

Tracks burn from the strike of a match

Catch your ears, yeah these sounds make a track

Man this sound way back, like pops with a 8-track

Or pops with a tape deck

Lemme overdub that

Main's green over there, that shit blood from the tec

Blood red is that? I'm touring the map

ASAP, I see my east coast niggas, they rocking

Hold my meds, we're working Miami with Metro Zoo

Seasick, and my flow got the flu

But I'm moving the clothes, handle business on floors too

Oooh, damn baby, you saying you a model?

Well lemme be your agent, but first I wanna taste it

I ticky-ticky in it, no copy-paste it

I'm sippy-sippy pimping, I won't waste it

Treat hoes like drink, I won't chase it

[Verse 2: unidentified]

Doing what I want 'til I motherfucking die

250 for that ounce, I'm so motherfucking high

Fresher than I ever been, represent the Heights

You see the tags on, pussy nigga read the price

Money woke me up, don't wanna leave town

Guess a young nigga's stuck on chasing what I love

Hip-hop, started out in the park, but we did it kinda different

Mama house was a start

Kicking raps in the lab

Straight believing we stars

Live a wild-ass life, then we spit it in bars

Switch clothes through the day, niggas look at me odd

I'm just standing B, ain't trying to start no problems

My own clothes line come and fucking with [?]

I'm my own club, you ain't got it, I got it

Copping wishes, spending money you miss

I don't really give a shit and I ain't been broke since

Fat stacks for the 5, half a 8 for the 10

Work the rap game forever cause my kid's gotta live

Have your heart beating, trying to jump out of your skin

See what we see [?] this as real as it gets

[Verse 3: Kool A.D.]

Kool A.D., peep the newcomer

Couple blocks from the sundial

Candlestick Park

South 1 mile

Alameda Walnut

Saint Anthony, tree canopy

Kool A.D., look, it's me actually

Cuban, 19th and Union, movin'

17 and Martin King, sparkin' things

Let's do this

My bad I slept through the session yesterday

But yo, you gotta admit though

That's hella Bay

Moved to New York, cause sometimes you gotta get away

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play

Jordan shrug, fadeaway

Shout to Dopehead, I'm so dead

Nah, I'm so live

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Quick, we 'bout to go live

The magnificent, so significant

Dum Shiny just a little bit

Isn't it strange how the game change the face of the innocent

Plus the face of the guilty too

Dude, I'm in a Porsche shouting out "Not guilty", dude

What's real to me might not be real to you

But yo, you should feel me, dude

You should feel me too, boo

On the real, me do things that you didn't even think you would see me do

Kool A.D. on your CD or MP3

True, so Sansa Clip? stacked up in magazines

Banana clip, said it before, you didn't hear

So I did that again

Smoke weed, no aspirin

It's me, Kool A.D., I'm back again