Chillin'

It's like this I'm chilling with my niggas and it seems like everyday We puffing on that shit that they called Mary Jane In the seventies Its making everything so heavenly And makes me super duper skilled poetically Hyper medicated phonetics Kick the crud from my blood I don't blame it on genetics But theoretically I got my steelo from my father now all of a sudden the women wanna bother For now, I'm not starving Man I'm just chilling Can I mention spitting wisdom While I'm puffin on the ism Sit back and listen Man I'm just chilling Can I mention spitting wisdom While I'm puffin on the ism I write my name at the top of the test I must confess That these messy pest niggas Are causing mad stress Up on the great one I'd rather Hasta La Vista than salutations Pardon me for non-complacency I'm on a higher pavement Desire for payment in USD is OD for me So on these beats and keys I'm gettin' funky Hopefully it's enough To please ya mama and ya brother And another even if the B side is rough The bang is buff My game is tuff Been kicking shit since PBS Kids Had to give a shout to my nigga Ruff Ruffman And my nigga Marc on percussion This rap shit is nothin These MC's I'm snuffin Lyrically cause biblically It is not accepted Really think I meant my last bar Is that a question? The wickity wack contest Get beat and say confessions like the first line Understand it better if you rewind