HE SAID:
HIP HOP desire writers and like firefighters outten flame while shouting //
my name got a crew of these new species call themselves true MC'S mouthing //
on microphones, you roam like jerks should do your homework go to class learn //
how to flow fast oh and pass my PBJ sandwich today manage my life and turn //
bad into good this mad menu from the hood not working dawg, my phone lost //
time to make a stone cross and pray to find it time to admit VERIZON cost //
a lot, like the power of a flower my mind blooms and I assign rooms like //
hotels oh well then go smell perfume on a girl, they wear hot laces hype //
must allot spaces for parking got a drop top coming up in here on dubs //
stone thug, caught in paraphernalia no thought of failure it's all love //
put some HIPHOP juice in this to reduce the risk, Detroit communities //
exploit opportunities living on the verge driven by the urge of goonies //
face oceans of rejection but come with notions of perfection but need //
magic potions for protection, in the car swerve it to wreck streets proceed //
like race car driver with perfect technique, having a fat desire is like //
a flat tire no air in it,
HIP HOP desire writers and like firefighters outten flame while shouting //
my name got a crew of these new species call themselves true MC'S mouthing //
on microphones, you roam like jerks should do your homework go to class learn //
how to flow fast oh and pass my PBJ sandwich today manage my life and turn //
bad into good this mad menu from the hood not working dawg, my phone lost //
time to make a stone cross and pray to find it time to admit VERIZON cost //
a lot, like the power of a flower my mind blooms and I assign rooms like //
hotels oh well then go smell perfume on a girl, they wear hot laces hype //
must allot spaces for parking got a drop top coming up in here on dubs //
stone thug, caught in paraphernalia no thought of failure it's all love //
put some HIPHOP juice in this to reduce the risk, Detroit communities //
exploit opportunities living on the verge driven by the urge of goonies //
face oceans of rejection but come with notions of perfection but need //
magic potions for protection, in the car swerve it to wreck streets proceed //
like race car driver with perfect technique, having a fat desire is like //
a flat tire no air in it,