Grab your partner and do the Charlie Parker, fling 'em
drinks high in the sky, lemme see em
from the Great Election, the Great Recession, the Great Depression, and now the fucking resurrection
dollar and a dream, my motto since a teen
baby mama, daily drama, watch it on the screen
fuck that, get your mind unglued
that goes for you too, that goes for Youtube
do what you do
zoot suits, Saint Louis flats, Stetson hats, black Cadillacs, fly ass cats
if you ain't got style then you ain't got nothing
I'm clean to my cufflinks, fuck what you fucks think
yeah, I feel like cussing
I'm feeling myself cousin, word to Dave Ruffin
I'm going nuclear in the new year so watch your head when the crystal ball counts us in.

So what you think I been waiting for, play the wall
the tragedy of strategy, back to take it all
I came to ball jack, break your back
now find the direction of home and crawl back
I'm all stats, ten years plus in the dungeon
years before your daddy was done pumping out you younguns
my crew seen action, yall newbies ask around and catch the reaction
salutes when we're in the saloon
that's my tune yo
if it ain't oldies then blow me.
new shit? my crew's shit. only
music for haunted cruise ships
ghostly, Bela Lugosi with a Stoli and a stogie
fuck live bands and mic stands
I rock the same loop twenty minutes, left hand holding a Guinness, get with us
Saints & Sinners, 10899 Venice
seven days a week.. rain hail or sleet.

Rappers, catch me if you can man
this is Speedy Gonzalez with a Hollis Run ethic
your shit's too polished, it's begging to get demolished
George Orwell said it, those who control the past, control the present
so what's your motive?
tryna keep up with the Joneses? get your own shit
that's some ho shit and everybody knows it
put some lipstick on if you wanna get noticed
I'm west coasting, trailblazing
bombing yall non-stop, military types call that strafing
dedicated to my fresh-off-the-boaters, non-voters
went from the brokest to making more than their brokers
ex-soldiers that'll solder some shit up to have your unborn kids hiccupping thick dust
don't ask, my future's bright, topaz
my celly rings through the night... no thanks
game like Paulie, don't even call me
just see me on the block... Westwood Block