B.E.T.

Doing all the shit could watch the room clear
 Philistines who are they
 And drop crotch junior watching knobby sweats
 Sipping mango lasse on this 'loppy steps
 Lifted obvious, Elucid spit the pyred, pro'ly for the youth dem
 My view for this position distant, assume pretention, nickel defenses
 While I read intention, rover back dacks, grease kicked under helmet
 His condition make him dish it, fell asleep with the L lit
 Anubis met me at the entrance, listen
 Due in remembrance, sip the nectar
 Echoes thump in the wall, knocking mad professor
 Brooklyn Canaanite temple rusher
 God is love and I just wanna fucker her and thrust deeper
 Pull out, nut up on her pelvis, shoot well in from the gut to kettle
 I'm a sour brock puffer, snuggie hazard, orange scully
 Shopping for stock and stuff 'em
 I see colors when I touch the track
 Most young kings get they heads chopped
 Lumpy flat top, Nike's pro'ly but dad stopped
 Soft rocking these logging rappers, catch leg drop
 Across throat, off the top turnbuckle
 Adjust my singlet, power moves spoke in broken English
 I sinked it, now streaming, spilling pepper sauce on this kingfish
 Prosecco by the magnum, yeah they gon' catch a bad one
 We're all gonna laugh at you
 We're all gonna laugh at you
 We're all gonna laugh at you
 They're all gonna laugh at you
 When they rushed in look on his was face pure astonishment
 Cops' wet dream, they let him cook, then crack like moccasins
 Pussy-whipped King Solomon, moving on up, hicks in Jeraleman
 Round stone smooth, deals you can't lose
 Eyebrow raised, lowest, Armand Hammer with the sickle
 Superstitiously speak riddle, casino cameras swivle
 The escorts fake gable, common few, one heckler
 Lone government off sectors, bad husband, bitch is a broken record
 Once you make it this far they're all victory cigars sky wide like Texas
 Put a nigga on the map, whites come when the night's black
 Chinese New Year outside the shotgun shack
 Put 'em up on that, five in service, hit the sky
 Lead on through the beat ons said nigga rack
 Hat to the back, jacket flack, BQE
 Driver's seat left racked as Iraq
 Pressed play on the last laugh track while you frown
 Buried forms pile the shore, crack Barry Bonds
 They wait for you on the way down, it's a rap
 One smart neighbor, a tip of the cap, a flip of the jacks
 Your ship lists in water thick with flea and rats, stupid