A funky brother, on the cameo, blazin, hot on ya radio,
Sayin there he go, with the sickest flow, oh you know,
How I mo, gets down, like james brown, running cross towns,
Millions, miles away, from the beats that say, talk this way,
I wish I could fly away, all the pain that, loves to stay,
I sway, from the bs, o yes, watch a narc manifest, nest,
I play it, like a game of chess, miss the sickness,
Cold world we living in, hurts but I, really just needed a friend,



Lay out the track,for white ricans, and black, imagine that,
A world, with no grey stats, grace laid welcome mats,
See where yo hearts at, reign pitty to sleep, watch peeps,
That be watching me, from a radio, personalities, papers, TV,
I'm spinning off, the LP, jams nothing but oldies, hold the,
Crown of hip hop, to the highest, magnify this, crisp,
Gotta keep it going, flowing, like a river, as I deliver,
Rhymes that'll, even make the universe shiver,
Shimmy shimmy ya ya, dont diss the godfather, saw ya,
Tryna, make a shady deal, but I still, got no hate, to fill,
In my soul, stroll slowon gods roads, miss the crossroads,
But many bones, was laid, from thugs, we need hugs,
And put down the slugs, as I dug, in ya mind, without a grudge,
Let's get this money mayne, and join the Ojays love train,  
But most rather see the end, put to the chips to the pen, then,
Pray for me, and my others sins, folks, ain't really listening,
Too busy suckin trends, in dire needs, of a really good friend



Classic, bombastic, rap-tastic, zip the ****, out of the plastic,
Make magic, melodies, when ya follow the symphony,
Mahogany to ebony, same color to me, feel these, keys,
I borrowed, from stevie, wonder laid the thunder, under,
The sun, with no clouds, draw crowds, no fakes allowed,
As I make, like a fan shroud, all out doors, coolin'ya pores,
As I shore, the flows, in ya brain, strikes, like a tide,
Yo it's insane, going off the tip of the brian, major pain,
When ya try, to step me, the god glow, soul touch seventies,
Millenial legacy, who better it be, layout fake, frenzy benzie,
Sitting stack, while I ride to the track, hip hop flavors, is back  
Again, still got my bottle, of gin, and in the end, well be rollin,
Down memory lane, radio blastin', causing haters shame,
Guts and glory, clutch like Horry,this is that real love, not just another category,
For ya to bump, in ya mentality, I rip the mics, like Jordan be,
Breakin' out, on the goalie, welcome to camp, rhapsody,
Killer title, I ride even for my rivals, heart for the survival,
Of the fittest, witness, to many mobbing deep, I'll put chaos, to sleep,
Reap, what ya sow, play the biz, like domino, sicker style galore,
Giving you more, once again,
Flavors rocking, meditating ya skin, feelin, the needs of a friend,
I do it, for the funk, I ride out the junk, pieces of pie, chunks
Only a few candle, handle the crumbs, of hip hop,
We drop, nothing but crazy hits, traveling, back to time,
ahh ****