STEREO

Mad heavy flow Coming at you steady though Rocking to my beats Got em bumping out my stereo Coming at you With a supersonic sound With a sort of Beanie twang Ya know how to spell it out Rocking to a kick and a snare Like I was telling some mad jokes Reminiscent of the care of a polar bear Ice cold Murdering a flow like Milla With a beat like Dilla's Eating some donuts like T was in it And still this beat I kill it Rocking in some Converse, size 11 And I still don't skate Not since I was 7 And I still wish I could go to the 7-11 On Lombard I was just a kid wanting some Dibs So I sat there crying on the curb Cause I just missed the bliss Of giving my dollars to the ice cream man I ran outside to the sounds of his van But he was long gone from the land So back home I ran But I lost my way Till a skater boy From around the way Said hey Are you feeling okay? He was a mutual friend A friend of my sister's But a couple of times We hanged So I told him my story And even though I was just a little kid He guided me to 7-11 He understood my sorrow and turned it into bliss So from that day on It finally clicked in my mind That I should understand others Y'know, always pay mind To their struggles and their time And not just what's on the surface Ya gotta read what's between the lines So now I use my mind to expand My short length of time To give you my life story In each and every line Telling you each and every fable From my storybook I got plenty of stories That I can make rhyme And in due time I'll make sure you understand That West Wind Will forever be fine Turning out some singles And making some fans Till we can get our own area tour Packed to the stands But until that time We're doing just fine Got about five dollars And a couple of dimes But for now I gotta go Cause I'm running out of time Speeding through the fast lane Like Geedorah is in my mind And we out haha And we out Yeah