Feliz Sabado... New Shit Saturday

Verse 1

And if you don't fuck with Jazz, then this is probably some boring shit..

Elevating music, you're as high as New Orleans is..

Buzzing like the Hornets kid..

Check the Charlotte Coliseum for future performances..

Manning up like the offspring of Archie Jr..

I mean.. Eli is my brother, plus I'm coming out my shell like koopa

Slicker than Richard the Ruler, plus my flow is scuba

Diving for a barracuda somewhere near the bermuda..

Isosceles.. and no, a red octagon is not stopping me

If you ain't get that, you're probably failing Geometry

Renaissance x 2008ighties the comradery..

Hip-hop honoree.. Rap Sean Connery

Them stakes is pretty high.. need that A-1 quality

Won't stop until them niggas at the top start toppling..

Coming sooner than oklahoma mascots.. honestly

I'm tryna blow up to the point Al-Queda wanna sponsor me

But yo shit flop like open toes on the hottest beach

I'm hotter than the devil wearing Prada in Nevada, g..

Or hotter than Gomorrah.. minus the Sodomy..

See.. cash is the greatest.. word to Muhammad we..

Just here to school yall.... see this is higher learning..

Yall on that bull, dog.. shoutout to South Suburban

I'm on some old shit.. I'm probably drinking bourbon..

Preferably Wild Turkey... please do not disturb me

Verse 2

I said I always had drive... even via the backseat

Lax as a lacrosse match, faster than a track meet..

Sick as a disease, labels tryna contract me..

But they better be talking that Benjamin Bernanke

Thats.. federal reserve notes chilling in my wallet..

Corny niggas in my ear amaze me.. dawg, stop it

Cause they don't get the picture, till you fucking Cash Crop it

So I'm painting dollar bills, trying not to jag profits

Like Reverse Roman Catholics...

I lent you that style.. Don't be lying to the masses

That shit is blasphemous..

Flow is holy as if, I recorded this in Nazareth

Resurrected Lazarus and Gibson called me passionate

See you niggas don't know what Passion is

I rattle ears.. tired of playing background like ad-libs..

I have no fears, trust nothing that comes from Adam's ribs

Music's what my madame is... At your neck like lavaliers...

Verse 3 (La VanGogh)

Wonder rhymer shit.. me and my conglomerates

Shall remain anonymous, caught up in a line of shit

Kurt Vonnegut

Paying homage while bombing with some old Common Shit

And a Nostradamus Kit

Its Mr. Make a song with No Hook..

Like all I throw is uppercuts and jabs in my Notebook

A reference to punchlines gets passed with a no look

Thief's Theme, I know crooks

A lot of cats try to crossover but they so shook

Stanley Steemer my flows the cleanest

I got a lotta class my flows the deanest..

You ain't seen this?

Fuck the government. Because they cons like Chaka

Call me Big Poppa, blow ya block up

Extended lock up

The Gold Chain Rocker, Mr. Knickerbocker

The Quick-aim, spit flame, kick game proper

Its dopeness, pure sickness

A verse of sixteen from me? induces a positive piss test

Its like.. Married women, can't miss this

With a mistress, sentence begins indented

Most rappers suck at this..

But I'm so def

I suggest you complete your bucket list

Before you fuck with this

Now fuck with it