Double jointed
Heavenly anointed
Who's been appointed to bring that heat rock
If you wit it baby that's all gravy!
Come on in
The only thing you need is a thought and a pen
Travel from within to find what you need
Moving at a slow speed
Can't rush excellence yo
It's no need
Up the bass Mr. Bass man
Keep the spot fed with crystal clear views like Arrowhead
h20
Rhymes and beats
The dynamic duo
Just like guns and streets
Dope Sacks
Nick Nacks
Patty Wacks
Bang that "What" on wax
Produce them "Say What?!" tracks
Bring the intro back like income tax
So we can retire to Miami penthouse flats
Sip on a Mojito and drive old Cadillac's
But for now...
We ain't lettin that "WHAT" pass
Other dudes still bumpin their gums talkin all that jazz

Peace

Double or treble,
heavily appointed as an underground rebel,
i keep the fist clenched,
my fist's a wrench,
bench press,double muscle stress,
"say what?"hell nah,you think you the best,
them typa cats gettin hit like pigeons by cars,
huge ego,aint me amego,
ay yo,i keep the beat real close,
untill you notice someone goin at you dawg,
E,
equals an mc sequel,
squared for every hot rhyme he unleashes,
terrorises and you say "what!?!" like you didnt hear it,
you heard it perfectly,
but just speechless of how to come back at him see,
its tactics,
his shit is drastic like airline security,
hit you in unexpected places like mutiny,
its cruel when peeps be actin like they shocked,
but they got hit under the belt and know they got clocked,
Pro is droppin another lesson for those,
who seem confused and just act like they didnt know.

say what? here i come running on dum
asking questions but rebutle answers
i smoke lights because they say it
cause less caner what? no truth at all
dawgs get hang on roots game theory
and p.s we do people stay clear of me
while i be surfing like i'm in cali
say what? because i cause a gangsta rally
to consume the valley of king and
return tooth for tooth back in to yuke
yuck mouth grill still missing crown
hear understand i want my son back
actor took him down and ice cubes still
melting on the ground from cyp-press hills
have eye what i see you can only imagine
what you hear a tear drops on a pad
at last franken stien lives from jolts
of zues bolts to the heart

for these lines|bars

h20
Rhymes and beats
The dynamic duo
Just like guns and streets
Dope Sacks
Nick Nacks
Patty Wacks
Bang that "What" on wax
Produce them "Say What?!" tracks
Bring the intro back like income tax
So we can retire to Miami penthouse flats
Sip on a Mojito and drive old Cadillac's

Peace~

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Pinwheels and HulaHoops|the book
http://www.lulu.com/content/132318
http://msmind.blogspot.com|the life

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it means a lot :-)