N. Donesia

I was born torn between these beats & these freaks
 Meter peaked, I need a release
 Feed the beast within, party & pimpin
 Charley Television, 3D edition
 Game official, I ain't playin wit you
 Saw you from across the room so I came to get you
 I don't want your number, I just want some time
 Promise you'll be mine as long as the sun shines
 I ordered a beer then whispered in her ear
 Where can we get a lil privacy around here
 She said, Finish your drink and I'll show ya
 I downed my Corona like a bottle of soda
 She took hold of my hand and we bounced
 Fast forward; her place. I'm sittin on the couch
 Baby fixin drinks in her draws, ya'll
 Just ain't ready for it raw, naw
 What you want
 What you need
 Is what I got
 Yes indeed
 Get in line
 V.I.P
 Let's rock the spot
 Drinks on me
 Its a cloud of smoke
 Indonesia
 When I approach
 Chokin on cheeba
 Grab your girl
 Still cant keep her
 Better hold her close
 Get you some
 I was born torn between these beats and these streets
 Chiefin keef, I need some relief
 Feed the beast within, partyin and spittin
 Charley Technician, diamond edition
 I step on the sect like death
 Eradicate fake MC's for makin threats
 Oh, you wanna test? We could battle for breath
 Lock horns & perform til there's one of us left
 And that would be me; funky fresh in the flesh
 Spit terrific lines for specific effects
 Which one of ya'll next to get blessed by the best
 Baptize ya guys, now they wet, by request
 Ask for it & get it in less than a minute
 Its finished before it starts. Microphone menace
 This the sickness, sendin niggas to clinics
 Vintage lyricism, what's the business
 What you want
 What you need
 Is what I got
 Yes indeed
 Get in line
 V.I.P
 Let's rock the spot
 Drinks on me
 Its a cloud of smoke
 Indonesia
 When I approach
 Chokin on cheeba
 Grab your girl
 She hotter than a fever
 Better hold her close
 Get you some
 I was born scorned, addicted to porn
 All out junkie for hip-hop in any form
 Live it; I love it. In private, in public
 Came up from shit and now a nigga run it
 The takeover cometh, you cant run from it
 You scared to get confronted, me and my dogs like, Fuck it
 Que sera sera, headed to the bar
 Ready for, whatever, joe, smokin in the car
 Cock back, shoot for the stars, hit em
 Marksmen. Livin definition of precision
 Killin any foreign organism for the rhythm
 Haters see me flickin' I know it's sorta sickenin
 What can I say man? What to do
 Smoke more haze, drink more brew
 Fuck mo hoes, get mo dough
 Same shit, new day. The flow so cold
 What you want
 What you need
 Is what I got
 Yes indeed
 Get in line
 V.I.P
 Let's rock the spot
 Drinks on me
 Its a cloud of smoke
 Indonesia
 When I approach
 Chokin on cheeba
 Grab your girl
 Better hold her close
 Get you some