Hook: Here’s a riddle/ if I bust just a little/ You’ll get touched in your middle/ and go buck just a little bit/ (Yo!) With this riddle/ If I bust just a little/ You’ll get touched in your middle/ and get fucked just a little bit/ Here’s a riddle/ If I bust just a little/ You’ll get touched in your middle/ and go buck just a little bit/ (Reborn) With this riddle/ I’m a lot purer that I thought I was, maybe it is because/ Made in the image of perfection I shine like it does/ I’m fighting war with peace. A peaceful war with ease/ And spreading love cos it’s an incurable disease/ And yeah I‘m ill I know. I’ve been this way for like…/ Well, since I could walk, talk then grab a mic/ This is my weapon this is my form of expression/ The reason you’re respecting nothing but my soul’s extension/ And it’s non-fiction in case you thought it a fantasy/ I’m actually fighting for my dreams The Dragons Reality/ The gradually I’ll come to see That Dragon in the mirror/ Notice how sick is he then realise I am iller/ An iconic figure told me not to fear the thoughts I speak/ Because perfection is a destination I am yet to reach/ So I Preach on these beats as I chase my destiny/ An athlete on the track of life and with every hurdle I beat/ I ‘m growing Stronger. (Hook) My age is that that’s timeless/ Where your mind is/ Where your lie lives/ Blinding the eyes and iris/ I miss her shyness/ That she had when her thighs was/ Gripping my shoulders as I delivered the kindness/ Oh yes Your Highness is it love or some blindness/ It’s cool to be blind when you’re feeling her behind its/ Love Lee. Like a letter from Bruce Combined hits/ Dominating the game like the Boks and the Flying Blitz/ Flame spits like a squeezed Soul Fire/ Soul Food or Soul Talk? Think Anime attire/ My bars stay dressed in the excellence of choir/ Its The Art of Sound bitch who your bitch admire/ What’s a scribe to a squire? What’s a squire to a king/ What’s a king to a God and what’s a god to a woman? / Many mirrors, all reflecting the same dream/ What’s reality to a soul with many lives seen nah mean/ (Hook) If I could speak honestly please understand that I’m godly/ I have angels of greatness guarding me and God in me pardon me/ If I sound arrogant while I’m flexing this wealth/ Greatness as a reflection of yours ‘cos you’re extension of self/ I’m wrecking these bars like Ralph yo. You what the fuck are you doing? / I’m out here pursuing a tune to turn those who in ruin/ And those who been ruined like an open mine on the earth/ or unopened mind on the earth lost and not noticing worth/ Let me talk to the turf like a Planiteer with a ring/ Catch this blessing like a once molested priest confessing/ bout being a victim and molesting through initiation/ We don’t know the whole story maybe he was hustled to sin/ But on the real though Fuck him! Excuse the pun in that line/ Black holes swim in dark matter while stars were destined to shine/ So you can’t compete with mine/ and your peak is not worth my climb/ and your bars are not worth my time/ I’m no prisoner to shine/ I’m Reborn/ (Hook) I flow over heads like spring cold fronts/ Caressing Table Mountain tops rocking thoughts like blunts/ & mocking laws with such ease that I breeze through time/ Cos man made confinements can’t control my mind/ I ride rainbows to other galaxies with one hand/ Radiating peace through all that I am greeting the fam/ Love is universal and understood through time and space/ Where others have understanding humans have pride in the place/ But that’s the challenge we face, while were pacing the tide/ Losing our footing like the ballet dance of a bride/ Beauty in life is not hard to find its swimming in a silver line/ Like your future kids locked in a race before their time/ has arrive or come. You choose the pun/ I suggest the Big one cos he’s raps are fun/ I grab a mic not a gun cos you can’t duck from / Real Talk leave your thoughts hung like a scrotum/ Go Dumb! I’m awesome like many of the most/ I kick, push and coast when the rand go ghost/ And the I go too and bomb you like Goku/ That’s a spiritual hit for those who don’t know dude/ Better live in the moment it’s all you can give and all you get/ Like a Street Fighter hit. Once the flames lit you’ll burn and learn it’s on/ Hip Hop will never die. One spark. Reborn/ (Hook)

The game is so hopeless/ Dudes be like a 2 minute man named Short Coming. (Shame) You’all lack focus/ Cockroaches feasting on my left overs calling ‘em dopest/ Fools love love from fools ‘cos soldiers leave them unnoticed/ The boat is being rocked with the grace of Aaliyah/ If you paint love in your art they can’t contend with their fear/ But no one spits ‘bout love or passion it’s just cash up in here/ Rappers prostituted to the masses with their asses to tear/ And DJ’s play on the air frontin’ there’s depth in the track/ but the only depth within that slut would be her cookie. In fact/ These dudes are beyond wack they’re just depressing to Rap/ A disgrace to the human race, the act of rape on a track/ ‘Cos they take hip hop against her will and do whatever they like/ Disrespecting the art and humiliating the mic/ Even the beat be like ‘Get me out of ear and sight/ I know they have the paper but that shouldn’t give them the right/ But see they… Hook: Don’t want to hear that and they don’t want it heard/ ‘Cos when you try to enlighten all you do is work on a nerve/ They try to put the fear of God in you but it been there by birth/ Then they claim the turf, all this time I’ve been ruling earth/ But they don’t want to hear that and they don’t want it heard/ Like I give a Fuck all I ever promised is my word/ And you’ve heard it I’ve murdered every single attempt they may have served/ I’m’ still here uncorrupted busting the skills that you deserve/ Deep rooted in Hip Hop I’m well seeded/ I already know I’m great your opinion is not needed/ Uplifted like I’m weeded and gifted because I breath it/ I don’t need the approval of a poodle when I’m a best lit/ on fire. I rip higher than a jet fighter or/ Higher than a Shaman on Ayahuasca that’s visiting Thor/ Dire is the situation of the music and the law/ governing the poor to make sure the rich get richer some more/ I’m spitting raw like my dick on the crack of your silly whore/ I didn’t want to come in her I don’t know where she’s been before/ she got here and it’s quite clear she’s a calculated mess/ you need to keep her happy to keep me from relieving her stress/ I’m possessed with the lighter side of life but I don’t lighten might/ when I bless the mic with the knowledge of ninety zettabytes….right/ In a single night or sitting/ Riddled wisdom like a new-born here to educate the children/ But they… Hook I’m not trying to be like you I’m trying to master me/ A whale can’t learn to roar while he’s ruling the sea/ To a different species of low chi and vibration/ Eagles don’t impress ants. Titans don’t spare with lame men/ Flames to you cavemen, develop a bit let level be lit/ and lifted by logical shift/ You comical skits, could shine for a bit/ talking that shit/ But you wouldn’t know a classic if your father fucked you with it. But see they… Hook

(Make change, Make money make money make change make money make money make change fake money fake money fake money right Make change, Make money make money make change fake money fake money make change fake money fake money fake money right) Verse 1: How you gonna claim king when you’re dressed in drag?/ Is that your hair or a hat? Fuck is up with that?/ Yo, that’s far from a rap or a bar in fact/ that didn’t rhyme at all, you just wack talking crap/ So it doesn’t make sense but it makes your racks/ You keep talking that ass ‘cos it pays your tax/ If you only ‘bout that cash you’ll get smoked like hash/ Never mind to pass dude’s will never make the class/ I’m quick to blast though I’m on a positive tip/ I’m trying to spread peace and love but some dudes are shit/ The truth shall set you free grab a seat and sit/ Guys don’t want to get enlightened they just want to get lit/ Well here’s a flame to rearrange your frame you lame/ You just a tool you fool. Mule in the man’s game/ Been worked on your ear but its deaf to your brain/ Blind to the slavery that you’re portraying I’m saying/ But yo… Hook: You ‘all act like you never heard me/ your girl pervs over every word this is surgery/ I cut deep, you can feel the heat where your world be/ crumbling. Why you mumbling? You’ve been served see/ Please stop. You ‘all act like you never heard me/ Claim kind when you a drag queen better swerve G/ While you’re lying to everybody you’re lying to yourself/ Acceptance is the first step to recovery here come the help/ Verse 2: She took a selfie she’s smitten/ Her boobs cat and kitten/ on the net, getting likes, that’s how we’re living/ leaked pics of her secret gifts should be forbidden/ Got your girl hot and spread like Nando’s chicken/ On my galaxy dog, got it from a blog/ A million views and likes, her boobs might be on a chart/ We’re fascinated with the female form wanting a slut/ not to have or hold but just to bust a nut/ in her but. ‘Cos we don’t want no pregnancy neither/ Don’t want to wife no porn star, just want to fuck and leave her/ And the same thing might happen to you wanna be divas/ You might be fucked and forgotten with a kid with a fever/ But I’m not your teacher I puff too much Chiba Chiba/ I’d probably fuck you too looking the way you do underneath the/ View. Plus I hit it from the back/ ‘Cos lessons come from the past, and she likes it like that/ Off track I’ve gone, back to the matter at hand/ dudes wack like a sound clip from a comic strip man/ Flow so awkward, but most heads feel these bars/ the rest look lost, like a corpse staring at the stars/ Mass hypnosis practiced through the media you’ll notice/ Rat race glamourized while the truth looks hopeless/ But looks can be deceiving and words can too/ It’s your actions that make you…compassion dude/ I said Yo… (Hook) Verse 3: Just cos you don’t know me does not mean that I don’t exist/ Real recognises real you’re a stranger in the mist/ Stealth is a weapon of a predator and so is surprise/ I’ll leave you decorated with flies feasting on your insides/ Those are lies, I’m not a killer in the physical form/ But I have murdered beats like they threatened my moms/ with lyrical storms, that rained sense for a change/ but the radio wouldn’t play it ‘cos the truth sounds strange/ There are no chains on these bars I’m independent like mars/ I might look dormant to you, but there’s depth in stars/ You charging charts I’m charging hearts with bars/ that warm the cold parts while they sooth the scars/ Caressing knocks, chiselling the masterpiece/ Then laugh at these sheep with the mark of the beast/ ‘cos they weak. And I been ill for a minute/ I’m back up in it. Reborn, know you feel it/ but… (Hook) (Make change, Make money make money make change make money make money make change fake money fake money fake money right Make change, Make money make money make change fake money fake money make change It’s fake money fake money fake money right)

Handling mine managing shine can I get lime?/ With this ice water I’m courting your daughter with wine/ But it’s all love and so you shouldn’t mind me tapping her spine/ and grappling on her behind as I dazzle her to incline/ Tackling time, scrapping the thought of it from her mind/ She’s soaking in a sea bliss I have her coasting on grind/ And she’s so fine! And I’m so kind and generous/ I let her dine on my tenderness for the spiritual benefits/ Such elegance in these magical moments of benevolence/ nothing but happiness and utters of love from her lips/ With my lips on her udders. Whoops! I mean her breasts/ and her clit nest where we lay that kitten to rest/ Like oh Yes! Can I get me a witness/ Any of you bitches wanna test this mess? / You’ll get stretched. Fucking with wishes/ When you’re playing with a player from the best/ But can I come inside?/ Baby Can I come inside of your genes?/ Can I come inside?/ Baby Can I come inside of your dreams?/ Can I come inside…/ Can I come inside…/

Love is this feeling you get in your belly. Love is a connection with soul/ When you feel whole in a loss of control that feels like common sense so you just let it go/ On the count of 3 that lasts infinitely/ And feels nostalgic I’ll find you like Fugee/ And make you want me like you want me to/ So we can dance in the rain when you feeling Blu/ It’s illogical celestial clockwork berserk/ Our love never dies in death there’s rebirth/ In Hip Hop heaven like we One Be Lo/ I feel your soul, when we intimate we flow/ Between lifetimes and vibrations I’ve seen you native/ So I cherish every moment cos your soul is sacred/ And when your vessel is naked I’m at a loss for words/ and terms I wanna utter when I’m licking nerves/ In this… Hook: Karmic Intersection/ I’ll define love as you wish/ And man up to this debt yo I’m never bitch in this/ ‘Cos if I’m your definition then I’d mirror my own/ So when you feel me you’ll feel love you’ll feel home/ X 2 My definition of love is you/ That’s what she told me and I felt it too/ But if I am your definition then your love has flaws/ I’m a man with pride like Simba and I spit Roars/ How can I define love with envious eyes/ How can love hate lies but love real thick thighs/ That are not yours does love put trust in lust/ Even though I’d never trust in another girl’s touch/ Or maybe I’m mistaken by your words charmingly/ ‘Cos maybe your definition is the feeling of me/ That goes deeper then intimacy it’s the presence of divine/ Like your flavour on my pallet when I’m sipping your prime/ All Mine! I define love in an echo/ that blends like a gecko with fate never let go/ Like renting your progression in an employment profession/ I’m never giving in I give you all in a Lesson/ Hook X 2

Back at it. A Hip Hop Addict/ Needing a hit like her hip dipping on my dick ecstatic/ Flow so dramatic. Souls own my attic/ No brain cells known only poems roam its magic/ Insanity has me battling gravity and losing/ and so I drop a gem just for amusement/ To watch it float up to the sky/ but I’m upside down so it has to go underground to get high/ Knowledge is needed, your garbage is a tossed want/ The games twisted like a koeksister from Bosmont/ And I floss what? Skills of course dog its standard/ I don’t want to be branded as the evil that man did/ You want to hang kid? should get a grip first/ Dudes bragging ‘bout banging broads but they can’t lay a verse/ It’s ridiculous really if you ask me/ I’ll show dem who the boss be and kill that cat like curiosity/ Hook: Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah X 2 These plates say GP ya see. It’s Gangster’s Paradise/ And we be on our hustle ‘til we get nice/ And she’s free on the corner with some hair lice/ and a STD as a gift for your wife/ He carries a knife on him on his way to college/ Buried his life savings in this course for garbage/ He doesn’t want a degree he wants to drop some knowledge/ On a dope beat to help stop this violence/ You want to be free? Fell this hip hop synergy/ Recession kills skills only real survive B/ You want skills? I‘ve got bills many more plenty/ Wack cats too dense to put sense to identity/ Ghosts where the pen should be/ Notes that pretend to be / Friend, drop a gem watch it buck on the enemy/ Broke with your energy a joke to my inner me/ That’s why we toke toke, when she’s choking while on the D/ Hook

Hook: Blue tides under blue skies while the view sighs/ True lies while your boo cries cos the truth hides/ Smooth thighs coasting on highs in the Struisbaai’s/ You guys need some new eyes to view beauties/ x 2 Too wise like an old owl in a San myth/ On a Sandstone script, on a rock art trip/ Still buzzing cousin, I have dirt from a dozen/ An artist’s job is never done we live art and trust in/ Self. Some say in God we trust/ But I believe such a God is Embedded in us/ Now let that soak in like my essence under your skin/ Planting a seed of joy, memories and medicine/ Let it sooth scars and caress that that hurts/ Like answers of self-worth taken from your mothers words/ Are these lies? No! Those that love never let go/ They may act like they don’t but trust they know we know/ Yo I’m busting in the physical form/ With a spiritual storm/ That has your subliminal norm/ In a critical form/ What you gonna do?/ Brag ‘bout cash that’s owed to you/ While I‘m chilling on the beach. Meditating in the view/ Hook x 2

Sippin’ ya Bitch/ This shits so rich we don’t need more of this/ Yo I fear for the kids of today with the fibs/ of/ Pop claiming Hip Hop to cash in on sins/ Like churches. I said it. It worsens/ I don’t give a fuck like crack kids in purses/ I’m just tryna chase my buzz through these verses/ And dissect the game like surgeons ‘cos I hurts us/ Shadow warriors watching these things/ There’s weak cross-dressed pawns claiming they’re kings/ The industry makes sex slaves out of queens/ Now the kids want to fuck when they’re barely in their teens/ I’m preaching it seems. If I don’t who will? / See I come from an era where you floss your skills/ Before your bills, or financial status/ You drop minds to rock minds to make changes/ Now lames is all over the stereo/ And the telly with a weak flow dropping the bar low/ Now every Tom, Dick and Joe wants to be Esco/ But they lack the skill, understanding and dress code/ I just know that this can’t be right/ Some were made for the hustle others born for the mic/ But I really think that there is more to life/ Then this hustle and tussle of a nine to five/ My throat is dry so I be… Hook: Sippin’ ya Bitch/ Blunts on the lips/ Hearts on the wrist/ I’m correcting the program You’re reppin’ a glitch/ You’all hiss talking rich/ While I’m wrecking the pitch/ Like… I’m Sippin’ ya bitch/ The force under this/ Is of course thunderous/ The Earth splits/ When this mc spits/ With a force so deep that you barely notice/ Your president can’t take this/ Your president can’t take this/ Claim its hate speech/ While you’re sucking on his anus/ Talking that shit like the rich lame and famous/ Claiming that they’re hard when they’re sweet like sugarcane is/ The blame is on those who chose to pose/ As parents ignoring the roles that arose/ And errands that were meant to keep ‘em on their toes/ Karmic Debt exposed as students take loans/ Mad flows riddles with Akashic records/ The spirits in this bitch like a priest who steps toes/ He’s livid with his itch as he sneaks to ghettos/ Cheating on his wife ‘cos he loves the best hoes/ While geckos pose in the church blending in/ Paying him for sin as he takes a deep swim/ Rome fell when Christianity took a swing/ And parted the Empire on belief of a whim/ It’s a funny thing. See I’m…/ Hook

Everybody wants to get the party started/ But your body is the party got them girls departed/ Who wanna challenge a Goddess rocking naughty/ Get your neck broke and your eyes rolled like Cosby/ (OH) But I’m not dropping nothing except for this loving/ Got them Tweety birds buzzing they’re confused all of a sudden/ Like a male nut busting there is no stopping the coming/ or the rushing of the flow as we rushing away the dumbing/ Down. And all of this hip hop popping/ But I’ll stop right there because I’m bouncing off topic/ See them bars lack logic singing echoes like my wallet/ But I’m sure you can stop it if you drop some knowledge you puppet/ But yo Fuck it! Back to the beauty on the floor/ With all eyes on adore like inmates wanting law/ Said they want a war I’m asking them yo what for/ Why don’t you leave them guns alone and bring it to the dancefloor/ Where you can… Hook: Rock with me baby don’t stop nor fear/ You got a crazy captain of the yacht right here/ So if you’re feeling scared or feeling cold come near/ ‘Cos I just want to get closer/ (I just want to get closer) Rock with me baby feel the flow from the rear/ to the front of your vessel as we sail to the clear/ Through the storm we’ve been born with a blessing but dear/ I just want to get closer/ (I just want to get closer) Feel it in the rhythm/ My high has envisioned another flight. Risen/ To another chapter in the after-life prism/ The lights are bright and the dime’s a vixen/ I’m co-existing with the mission to get her in pole position/ And once I’m within her wishing we will be system kissing/ Before bobbing and dipping in an intimate composition/ We party with precision this bodies an intermission/ Carrying on tradition with every verbal incision/ Fishing for wisdom and feeding it if you choose to listen/ Hip Hop is not your pot to piss in it’s the home you’re missing/ A place to rest your heart with peace without the criticism/ No opposition so there really is no competition/ Yo quit your bitching that shits played out by the politicians/ The power is with the people we’re making peace a religion/ We’re doing this by living but also making a killing/ It’s a complicated feeling we find peace within the rhythm/ Hook

Ice man in a fire fight, I’m mad chilled/ The turbulence around me can’t penetrate shield/ Why yield to a system that’s food to the field/ I don’t feel what you call skill yo deal/ Your best hand and watch your time spill/ With quick sand I kill like Gara. I’m ill/ It’s an art form what you call norm I wield/ into timeless flows to heal the mass appeal/ Surreal thoughts and feelings warped into reel/ got you hooked up and dumb struck bars in a meal/ I paint the galaxy still with a white quill/ That’s poetry as portraits…breadcrumbs to heal/ The Soul Train has mad grain to seal/ On the topsoil of your brain you can gain zeal/ Or maybe catch yourself a blessing from an angel/ named Gabriel. Everything’s love it’s a thrill/ On the Soul Train… Hook: Soul Train Yo Straight buzzing off of that Soul Train Glow/ And you know we get deep. Soul Train Low/ Fuck what you know/ Soul Train Flow/ To the rhythm of life you know how we do/ On the Soul Train yo/ When the Soul Train Blow/ On the Soul Train Yo/ Time is an illusion, only the present exists/ The gift of this moment is a poetic kiss from my lips/ Injecting and infecting this there’s no neglecting or rejecting/ The truth of this knowledge is deep rooted in Nature’s perfection/ I’m Carrying on…Reborn and reformed through my reflection/ That I’ve seen through every heart I’ve touched and crushed while I was reppin’/ The love and hate in my heart that moulded the man collecting/ Your attention like a Sherriff my word is my only weapon/ And love is the Ammo, that came with the joy for dissecting/ The stresses of your life, straining your soul for heaven/ It’s the lessons learnt that make us greater while we’re stepping/ Forward the only direction. The Pace…by your suggestion/ In Cruise Mode. Chilling in forest with a toad/ Who slept with some princess ‘cos she was stoned I was told/ That’s another story. I’m too sober to bounce off topic/ Find me the beat and drop it/ Pass me the mic I’ll rock it like a comet…/ Hook Exposing the core of an mc/ It’s a social cultural movement blasting eternally/ We call it Hip Hop. You can call that what you want/ Heads know the difference between sad and classical stuff/ See we just dress it up. But not like you in that kit/ Man making cash off the art like deforestation and shit/ You see this is why I’m sick! Your life is shared on the strip/ Yo this shit gets deeper than your pockets could ever permit/ But one day you’ll get it and we’ll be united again/ Been separated for so long that we forgot we were kin/ Nature is the mother if you listen to her whisper in the wind/ In that moment just breath it in take a second to live again/ Trough the Joy and pain, the good the bad, the drama/ The Ying and Yang. The light and dark forming the Karma/ Only now can you form a, healthy mind state get on the/ Soul Train. Entrance is free, you know I got ya/ Hook

Do it like this… But can you do it like this… X 4 Alone with my thoughts/ My mind still as a corpse, my soul Talks…/ of the path which it walks, the straight roads and the forks/ Lessons learnt from the home of quartz/ And journeys through vast seas bays and ports/ Now in the booth seeking truth like supreme courts/ The judge is God my lawyers my angel of course/ The prosecutors called life and she’s well endorsed/ At times she flips like she’s constantly on menopause/ asking me where I get my skills from I said the source/ of all beauty and creation in this world of yours/ if you wanna kiss souls you need to knock on heaven’s doors/ Found guilty for fighting for the cause/ The freedom of speech like waves kissing beach on shores/ A form of expression that’s eroding away conditioned laws/ With emotions swimming in the depths with punchlines that bite like jaws/ Hook: Sweet Sailing on my thoughts/ While your posing with pawns/ I’ve been clashing with Lords/ On these Chess Boards/ I have all sorts of metaphors/ and tours to be explored/ While we’re fighting for the Cause/ (Like Sweet, Sweet, Sweet) Sweet Sailing on my thoughts/ Everybody wants to make laws fuck yours/ Everybody wants to make laws fuck yours/ Sweet Sailing on my thoughts coasting on Awes/ Her lips are droplets of heaven savoured in slow motion/ Marinated in love and serenaded in devotion/ I’m floating, not falling in love or drowning in lust/ This emotion is something difficult to discuss/ Shucks, no joking, just what the fucks like facebook poking/ I keep the trust in my heart I guess we call that Hope-in/ Base does the banging while the treble does the stroking/ I’m feeding her a fix ‘til her heart break is broken/ And she’s coping. Sailing sweet on my thoughts in a conscious deep ocean/ In need of sun lotion as she floats on my mind/ Coasting on a motion of emotion as she rides on a tide/ And like an un-cracked Dam She’s fine/ the only less-ness in her blessed-ness is time/ And she’s always on my mind/ She’s always on my mind just sailing…/ Hook I thought it was about our skills but it seems it’s about our bills/ & flossing about our clothes are women and wheels/ Dudes lost in a mass tryna score records deals/ instead of tossing a gem or the knowledge one wields/ Born blessed and unique, they’d rather bleep as sheep/ In a herd to the slaughter house just to make ends meat/ Tis why true heads crack up at the junk you ‘all speak/ A bunch of daft hoofed herbivores tryna spark beef/ And you could peak all you want it wouldn’t mean much/ and get high as such the reals too deep to touch/ I have gems formed in my core and crust/ that free flow from my dome when my soul erupts/ I’m brainstorming. Chilling with you ‘all while my souls touring/ A Multi-tasking king coming with a warning/ Changing and healing the world with global warming/ Changing and healing the world with global warming/ Sailing… Can you do it like this… But can you do it like this… X 4

The lack of lyricism is worthy of criticism I’m Back/ Making a killing unnerving the competition you’re wack/ I hope you listen I’m serving the skills you wishing you had/ With blurry vision I see through your imitation of Rap/ Stitching tension completing my composition of mad/ You have me pissed, like the heads who have to follow this act/ Snakes will hiss but I die hard like Bruce while talking smack/ and they will miss my dabbed track on the quality map/ (dabbed) Been broke, while you claiming you’re rich/ I’ma leave you with your shit but knowing that I’m fucking your bitch/ And while you been missing your rent, she’s been buying me drinks/ with her girlfriend allowance plotting these vacations and trips/ I keep a queen on my arm while you been slayed by some/ Can’t playa hater a playa hater game’s cumbersome/ and I’ve come on some. But see my pull-out game tight/ Like your girl’s cake was until just the other night/ She’s a … Hook: Goddess on Tap yo my heart went snap yo/ Beauty you’se a cutie with your booty so fat yo/ How you gonna do me with your booty like that yo/ Girl you’ll get grabbed like you’re all that I have yo/ Goddess on Tap yo my body went snap yo/ Beauty you’se a cutie with your booty so fat yo/ How you gonna do me with your booty like that yo/ Girl you’ll get had baby girl you’ll get had/ Highly animated as I masturbated her naked/ marinated her cake as I penetrated her sacred/ Cake lip been awakened, taken aback by her shaking/ Quaking her core till it crumbles I’m kindly feeding her craving/ Misbehaving and she’s caving in a run in with dream/ Seems she’s savouring a memory of me in between/ but it’s a deeper thing, see I’m just a prop to her scene/ As she searches for meaning in an appealing feeling/ I put that kitten in a coffin like I’m styling a dog and…/ Put jelly in that cake like I’m decorating a problem/ Maybe that’s a mistake but who gives a (uh) that’s jargon/ to government officials breaking weekly on the login/ She’s scorching. I’m torching hard to keep her warm and/ her pitch is calling we’re all in till we’re balling. Get the raw end/ (uh) Rocking pride in her cat/ Tell me how you gonna do me with your booty like that/ What a… Hook And she can dance like smoke/ or the flicker of a flame from hell it’s no joke/ A show boat with moves dope I can’t cope/ I have high hopes of a grope and a soul toke/ and a slow stroke unless she wants it vigour/ I want to marinate her lips and then dive deep in her/ and taste her depths to test the peaks she can reach/ Assist with composition as we paints the sheets/ We make beats, and bleed into bliss/ and melt back to universal peace pits/ as she dips, I’m aware of her lips/ they shudder as she utters these tones while she trips/ Her heart slips and drowns in memories of us/ The remedies of lust are embedded in a thrust/ Could it be the rush or the touch from the nut bust/ who cares if it’s love or lust, yo it’s just us/ She’s my… (Hook)