[Intro]

Just sent this email to myself

I'm gonna read it off of my phone now

[Verse]

Once again, south Oakland veteran, open letter sendin'

Hopin' you get it

Totally shreddin'

Yeah I said it a second time - Jazz

Second line, second world problem child

No style, All-Star, a lot of styles

Pro style, go wild a lot of nights

Look at the city that's a lot of lights

Young culture worker, the role reverser

The holy churcher, the folding furniture

The golden purse herder, the hearse hurdler

The turf surfer, A.D. that's adios to a lot of you haters

Ladies love the cool lottery vapors

But the only Ls I take is two tobacco leaf papers

Mediate truths like a lot of newspapers

[Jazz Breakdown]

Kool childish, pop pop weasel schreech yo

Look how many years I have been living without a job

Like for real though

Y ma' o meno todo legal

And still got hella love for todo lo people

Labor for love, the kid signify

You don’t like it then spit in my eye

End of the day I still live in the sky

If you living with I then

I and I no kidding will visibly fly

And shine indivisibly in victory

Yous against can't do shit to me

Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically

I'm the epitome of TOMA!

Catch you in the MoMA café

Laughing powder on the cold cuts

Black Shakespearian, never read Othello though

They say yo yo to my half Japanese with the cello though (Weezer)

Make it jiggle like it’s fresh like out the jello mold

Kool water ice cubes sprinkle game hella cold

Oh hella no, no, no, I didn't but I did though

Said it hella times in hella ryhmes but it’s still new to some

Don’t bust if you new to guns

But don’t trust when Babylon tell you what to do with guns

Understand that truths is both true to daughters and true to sons

And see the oldest truths are the newest ones and vice versa

I style like the Yin-Yang Twins, I might have told ya

I’m ODB plus Mariah the iron soldier

White checks in whiter folders

Stack steady in small minimum tables and move to higher rollers

Some men and women are steel but see the fire fold us

Some tend to children for real, some lend the children to higher shoulders to sit on and steal all the lighter tropes they get on

And discard the lesser ones and leave them as lessons

For the clever dumb I’ll do you one better son

When your ears listen to fears

And your eyes brim up with tears

You're better never having shed a one

Cause you still couldn't drink that water if you shed a ton

Fist fight, get a knife

Knife fight, get a gun

Gun fight, get a few, son

I'm telling you if I got to tell you to get a bomb

You better get your mom

Tell her to send a nickel to the no bombs telethon

Half you actresses be acting like you at the banana smell-a-thon

Hella wrong

Let's get ready to rumble, let's get it on

Let's get it, let's get rich, let's get paid

Let's get that bitch, let's let that rip

You better step back, kid

Yo, I rock from Buena Vista out to maybe like, LeFrak kid

Throat to the neck don't waste that

Pass this sobrinito

Take it as a prophecy from Tio Cleo

Call me Tito Jackson in a head wrap

Alhamdulillah, yeah I said that too

Numbers in a red black blue and other colors

But my favorite hue is cool

Yo that's a shade of grey

The only times I paid to play

Were the times I had paper to give away

Like you gonna get a tip today

It's a damn shame the way the champagne sip away

The ice might melt and drip away

But picture yourself rolling in a Lincoln

Seeing pawnshops slink in your peripheral vision

And drift away it's just me bullshitting

Eh I ain't got shit to say

It's just Vic, a swift kid from the A-L-A-M-E-D-A

A simple game you ought to see me play

Amaze 88 done did it again (Ocho Ocho)

Bless the kid with a little more heat today (Ocho Ocho)

Listen to the beat, it's way more complex than

You might want to give it credit for

A lot of y'all lettuce green you need to edit more

And listen back and think about the reasons that you said it for

And understand that all language is metaphor

And if you headed for a wall, you better set a course to a door

And if there's no door, you better get a door

And if not, just look and see what you saw

And with that saw cut yourself in half

And two halves make a whole so climb through that

I climb through raps to worlds untouched

And unsullied by human language

My wine dutty cutty

My Cuban Spanglish

Sip my sugar water Tangish, Tangesque, Tangy

Kool A.D. best rapper in the world