Blow My Mind

My flavor is gourmet/ Smell the aroma of the flow, bars is sautéed/ All day, then I serve them up in an entrée/ Dish is called taste my bar play/ We doing it our way, true lyrics that so good/ That we impress food critics with these bars and hooks/ Probably should but then again I probably won’t/ Probably could but then again I’ll probably don’t/ Ever give credit to you dudes words and thoughts/ Quite frankly, you weak is the words I thought/ Let me retort, treat this rap shit like a sport/ And you dressed for the game but you aint touching the court/ Caause, you ain’t a real thing you a spin off/ I’m showing out, call me light switch for how I get off/ I’m not the emcee you wanna try and piss off/ Sharp tongue, words that I spit cut my lips off/ Gordo what’s the deal, every time…. it never fails.. Ha, ha, yeah… Man I love hip hop/ Radio bang till the muphuking disc stop/ Im switching lanes, middle finger to the bitch cops/ Heading to the weed man, that’s my only put stop/ Get money, boy Imma get gwop/ My pockets never funny but your pockets like Chris Rock/ Time stops from the rocks in my wrist watch/ Pole cool fool, I keep chrome like a rim shop/ Yeah buddy, in the neighborhood I am hot/ 3 or 4 warrants got me running from the ham hocks/ F*ck the pigs, I aint worried about the damn cops/ I don’t mean Jamaica when I tell you that I jam rock/ I smoke weed till my eyes looks like Chinese/ I’m never sweet but if you think it is, try it please/ You got the nerve to ask me if I’ll shoot yall/ Nigga please, is too tall Jones too tall?/ I’m hip hop at its finest/ Give em to you for the free, bars on consignment/ Yeah..I shine bright like a diamond/ And the way I roll probably f*ck up your alignment/ Timeless and do work like assignments/ Old school like a crown Vic, keep the crowd lit/ Like a boss I just sit back and Crown sip/ Apple of Vanilla cause it aint nobody iller/ The microphone killer, got bodies in the chiller/ And I use to ride the bus like the pittsburg steelers/ A album full of fillers/ Your interludes sounds better than your barspitting, a product of hard living/ You hearing a god spitting, verses that yall witness/ Will always be omniscient, pull strings like guitar rhythms/ I got more bars than state prison/ So refined with every line and every time they/