[Verse 1]

Up on a mountain eating blueberries fresh off the bush real sunny as I look over the Hudson

In New Orleans in a Middle Eastern restaurant I met a jazz legend had an interesting discussion

But down in Westmoreland, on a farm picking fresh herbs I took em’ down to 7 mile beach and crushed em

Then I took a walk on the sand a man pulled me to the side and asked if I was Usher you could see my luster

I don’t eat meat, but at Shea Stadium or Citi Field or whatever I’ll get a hot dog with some mustard

Although, I did try goat over in Portugal with some crushed black pepper came from Calcutta

What you gon’ do when your malpractice malfunctions

Maledictions don’t work on me your out of luck kid

Once again I’m downtown with the Brooks tucked in

Shirt from the 1820s, pants from The Last Supper

I’m having supper with your mother

With some wine in my glass that was made in Northeast Italy last summer

I’m on heat like Jimmy Butler

She tossed me a hummer in the Jeep Compass

One hand on the wheel one on her rump it’s crazy how she do it like it’s Freddie Hubbard’s trumpet

It might be

I’m just happy I got a photograph with Spike Lee

And it’s in Manhattan too

I was buying shoes

He said get the Spizikes

I got some Foamposites

They ain’t that comfortable

That’s the last time I ever defy Spike

*Paid in Full* like Mekhi Phif’

Crazy like the King of New York

Bumping Jay in the Lexus riding down 54th

I see Saturn in the sky it’s uncommon in the city

Patterns in my mind bring em’ to life on a midi

(Take em’ Uptown T, take em’ Uptown)

[Verse 2]

I’m with your girl at the Chatsworth

344, like Ted Williams as a batter

On the bus he gave up a seat to the woman I’m named after

Not a lane switcher I’m a lane snatcher

I put my fingers to the sky and it rains after

You boys sound funny like Lil Wayne laughter

Caught slipping by the invasion of the chain snatchers

You play a new role but you’re the same actor

She took off my robe and threw it in the compactor (she got rid of it)

I’m on fire like a bad rapper

And speaking of the heat they lost to the raptors

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She with Woody like Suni Previn, but I’m T

I wore a hoodie with suit pants to the Bar Mitzvah

Even the Rabbi, a holy man, said it was G

Riding in the same Bentley that Sean Connery drove in, in *Never Say Never Again*

In the same exact tie that Clark Gable was wearing in *Gone With the Wind*

[Verse 3]

You could name pitchers I could pitch faster

The same jokes just with different laughter

I sing folk and I play a little Jazz

When I’m in the fur coat got me lookin like Taz

After, I head out I think I might of had a drink

Something with jalapeño from Mexico I think

Nah it was definitely that

You don’t understand the lexicon I’m flexing with I readily snap

Yeah the words are funky

But when they hear you rap they treat you like a circus monkey

Not that I’m better than that but

Paul Frank up on my sweater and hat uh’

Like Frank Paul I’m illustrating for amazing stories

That make you say “what” mad times like you N.O.R.E

I’m having good times and bad times like Robert Plant

But it’s ok it Spurs money like Robert Horry

I walk at night stars the allure me

Park the X5 I’m exploring

Archaeologists couldn’t even dig up the gems that I’m assuring

Trigonometry can’t explain these angles

TINYT the eternal flame like The Bangles

The song should probably have a reference counter

Booming voice only a Reverend’s louder

Bugging like I took 7 powders

But I’m only off the ginger root and jasmine flower

Bout’ to take em to the Night School yeah the pleasures ours

The pleasure ours

Catch a flight to Russian reservoirs

In the music shop I’m touching all guitars

Then I hit Balthazar

I got the chocolate crossiant

Eat it while I bump some Allen Toussiant

You make me laugh

Turn me into Jimmy Fallon I’m gone

It’s like I keep spiting till’ the beat fades out of the park

I’m out of the world I’m close to the stars

The beat is roasted and charred