Aye aye aye aye
Left to the right, front to the back
They don't know me but your man run laps
All they know about me is I swing a mean axe
All I do is MC, C.Shreve spit facts
Downhill with that bounce real, down for the count with the couch still
They living room famous, still livin nameless, talkin that trash like grouch feel
I'm a Oscar winner for that, I'm a mobster-blam the boom bap
I'm a constant thinker tryin not to think and I'm linkin em up to the map
Rap geography with geology with geometry well that's G
Y'all path's average to the mathematics and I'm all on my q's and my p's
All in how I breathe and it's all in the breeze, all in the way you fought enemies
And yeah all designed, all divine, all defined with different destinies
And all the recipes have been cooked, yeah so where the fuck is y'all flavor at?
My specialties are these hooks, yeah and these punchlines-you can savor that
Yeah straight to the mouth, straight from the south, might need a 8th, might need a ounce
Might feel the vibe, might touch the bounce, might feel the light, might touch how it sounds
Left to the right, front to the back
They don't know me but your man run laps
All they know about me is I swing a mean axe
All I do is MC, C.Shreve spit facts
Left to the right, front to the back
They don't know me but your man run laps
All they know about me is I swing a mean axe
All I do is MC, C.Shreve spit facts
Left to the right, front to the back
They don't know me but your man run laps
All they know about me is I swing a mean axe
All I do is MC, C.Shreve spit facts