Stylish

Back at you and your crab crew, the staff of behinded out trash dudes,
the path of the Aziatic child is stylish, minds I polish,
surrounded by assassins, I silde, I high,
unwind in a six, classy like a vet, on the set,
no sweat, no tears cheers to my peers,
I stand between the crowd like a interlude,
I make moves, on grooves, so smooth like a velvet,
the truth and the proove is that I get loose on loops,
you might not know the record to choose,
I got to get juice, the brownskin boss, stays true,

let the plastic plate rotate, my soul weights,
an amount that is heavy, aight, the tight raps, ignite,
the domes, rappers bite my poems and the grammers I sling,
the ebonics rhythmic bombspit, the calm kid brings,
the cultural ritual of the outgoing spiritual,
matter fact I pack the toolies that goes click, clack,
the wicked raps, my hood is where slums meet the Wall Street,
peace I take you higher than trees, out to get the cheese,
the nappy head with soul like motown, you know what I spit,
hits hard like a shot from a glock, peace out to all the ballers and clockers,
on Air max and mind on dough, grind with the flow, I rip the show,