Special sauce with the special skill
The special find for the special fill
A little bit on top of but laid back cool
Wind the thread from the tale spun
Back on the spool
Not too blue but azul
Stomping my foot with my sneak
I'll be kicking it for the back beat
Fly girl undressed in the backseat
I might look a sneak
I won't steal a peak
Caught a glance from some good sounds
Don't eat from the Ground Round
Get up and they get up
To shake your butt back down
Got more vapors in action
Like Halls Mentholyptus
Misted as I kick it hold on and I'll twist it
Young mother young mother
Should've stayed home
There's a poor child coming gonna be a rolling stone
Wild wild the obvious child
Wild tone wild eyes have miles

No brown bag today 'cuz see I'm Ice Dogging it
Catch the Cool-Aid kid word shoot 'em all hogging it
Earl's got the 64 wet cause he sloshed it
Christmas time comes I'm egg nogging it
Look the crook snook a hand in your pocket
Took your keys 'cuz then he took your wallet
Bust you in your eye then your head he clocked it
All you could say was stop
Fuck you and die
Get from my piece of the pie
I'm past all that
My eyes have miles

Not necessarily clever
I bring from the soul hold my vocal
Handle for a stroll as I walk correct
I roll for the old
Never be sold out
Cause the sell won't gel
I told you my clams in the shells
Already I ain't sweating
Just chill cousin
Celebrating
It's those dog gone kids ever since
They was born the shining
Now we're musically rewriting the phrase
Relighting the page as the joker pays
For the days on the outside
Just chops... I ain't impressed
The licks are removed 'cuz I just can't digest
It's too artificial man
I can't dig it
I don't want effects
So I say so on and Imma flow on
For the real next all wood tones
Earth, home, microphone, I'm a rolling stone
I tumble with direction a reflection
From the street
My drink won't dry cause I'm out
Cool like the sky
My eyes have miles