No, baby, look what you've done for me
No, baby, you set my heart free
Uh -huh, let's go
Uh -huh, let's go
As always, victory is mine,
time to set me free, check it
Hit a tenant, telephone booth,
swiftly change my attire
Switch from professor to
assassin for hire
Make bands then spit hot fire,
pardon these satire
They say to whom much is given,
much is required
It's cataclysmic,
let's get specific with logistics
Phonesian linguistics,
Aramaic written statistics
My lexical semantics,
see through your facade
Souls emerge through the
Babylon gates of God
Sweep round my own front door,
planks in my eyes and awe
Sippin' sour stock tea, mindin' my biz,
not Charles
Navigatin' my own lane,
I does my thing routinely
One sec, I'm live and direct,
the next I pull a Houdini
Oh yes, I need that panini,
brioche, green fettuccine
Never fatten frogs or snakes
or seldom summers a genie
I wish a motherfucker
would diminish my shine
I replenish for time, my frequency,
faster than a feline
Revered for optimum vision,
buddy, fly hawk
Quick to assist and dish the rock,
I'll be Mookie Blaylock
Cool and calm with all the smoke
Like my nickname is Zaza
Disseminate jewels to the masses
Like a Rasta, still I rise
The epitome, precise soliloquy
The grand architect of my life, no misery
Are you kidding me?
Don Mubei, Ayersu
Awei
Simino J, dipped in paradise, the parley
One Mogen,
converse with elder statesmen often
Seeking at least one more gin
for a superlative win
Soak it up, stretch the knowledge,
put game into practice
Never telegraph my moods,
stay strong as a cola cactus
Nowadays prioritize and hustle for wealth
Cats preach, stay distant from snakes
but constrictors themselves
And many lawns lurking,
try mine you'll concede
Cause if the sun sets me free,
I'll be free indeed
Apron on, been whipping shit,
staying busy in the kitchen
Playing my position,
it would behoove you to listen
I'd be remiss not to grant God
the full recognition
Did some soul -searching,
set me free, that's my mission
Apron on, been whipping shit,
staying busy in the kitchen
Playing my position,
it would be cool of you to listen
I'd be remiss not to grant God
the full recognition
Did some soul -searching,