Let's take it from the top, naw I can't stop, once my ears, catch the beat drop,
Alright, time to throw in my props, like Kevin Lee, still a ***** chasing the bees,
Wait I'm looking for the honey's, never wasted money, in **** I don't trust,
All feelings in a touch, my performance is clutch, like to do *** in the form of Dutch,
Freaky is I so why lie, but back to the mic, I hold it right, cup it like a baby iight,
Fools love to find they way, twisted in the words of my say, well make my day,
You'll be chilling at the dock of the bay, with ya body exposed over the ocean ways,
We undercover mobsters, similiar to Tony Soprano, they say hell's no,
I say hello, from the sneaks of the barrel, double holes, that's how it goes,
Fools can't keep up with the flow, I got a million more, straight up *******,
From the slums of Houston, you can tell I'm a rocket, by how I'm boosting,
Yo we have a problem, but it ain't nothing that a fist, or iron can't resolve em,
Spin like a I revolve em, I'm so cold you see the phlegm, over the world,
My third eye could even blind the Messiah eye, put in front of you, like a sty,
Why ask why, im just freestyling, the art is, I do it for the craft, putting marks to this,
I'm so ludicrous, flippers of the game, get lousy to this, ain't really saying much,
That's why I put my, platinum to golden touch, see the plats don't lie,
Vocals can't even be heard from the skies, yo got girls that blow, like Mahalia Jackson, I gets mad satisfaction, no subtraction,
We only speak addition, to a new edition, so many keys I put to an ignition,
To the rhymes, in the back of my mind, see god and devil's, gave me the design,
So ya can't hold me, flex over the game, the Black Ginolbi, or better yet Kobe,
Smokes high rising, cuz just blaze, did another igniting, ain't no disguising,
The real over the fakes, we throw ****** letters, and Berettas, at the jakes,
Even shoot up the wake, while everybody else is a wake, nah it's never too late,
To show up at the party, hardy hardy, who can see death apart from tragedy,
Ya noble majesty, somebody blast me, so I can show em who is G - O -D,
Yosef ain't never gone drop, even when I'm six feet in my coffin propped,
My eyes closed, but still hear the fear in those, speaking dirt on my name,
Ride back out of the grave, like thriller mayne, that boy is so insane,
Engrained my presence in ya soul, you can't escape the weighing heavy vessel,
And I got the biggest muscles, flex it from Houston all the way to Brussels,
Feel me though, shot out to the real, if you feel, grab a hold of your steel,
****!!!!
"Can't break the unbreakable, shake the unshakeable,
**** the ungrateful, Yosef merciful and invincible,
It's Yosef baby, it's Yosef baby,
And it's all gravy"
