you be that/ cool cat.. the hennessy river sippin' lip lickin' vessel of the bourbon liquor runnin' so smooth; the smoke from the balsamin' tip of blunts--- handroll'd, then lit like nagchampa sticks. the pixie stick funk fumin' kiss on the breath of kids, who part'd their lips & lost their laughter to the wind when we were 5 & 6/ you be the cool water hum of the xylophone funk when roy ayers beat them wooden bones. they fall victim to your jazzmatazzurbanmackalicious dope addict'd groove; known as the vapors.. the cool cat in an arrogant stance, who sticks out in a vibe like creases iron'd into church slacks. the headbobbin' black&mild smoka' knoddin' to the sober jisms that his headphones give him, while he kick a flow to the rhythm that he float in when he limpin' blue city pimp siblin' from the "kangol" piece. they fall victim to your jazzmatazzurbanmackalicious dope addict'd groove; known as the vapors. the cool cat in an arrogant stance, 'cause he is so cool..