Pine Hall

I conduct one, two, three, four Then I inhale the marijuana smoke Prepare thine self to take a toke Of the realness I really truly hope you feel this Illness positively speaking From the reefer-reeking maestro Take control with my flow You know how it goes Broadcasting live from Faculty Row Other niggas ain't hitting on nothing Like some grace notes Fazos stepping G, that's just the first inversion of my major triad, see I come equipped with sick quips And dope sample flips And a couple slow jams For the fans, chicks, and dips I'll fuckin' sink your ship On the microphone Since midwest zone, Paisley Middle I developed a knack for kicking riddles Using complicated rhythms Over piano and guitar diddles Whoever Yung or Lil prefix Get your teeth fixed When I commence to circumvent The wackness that's presented Nigga if I said it then I meant it Don't mention that weak shit Like the pension at your job The mixed-race, curly-haired heartthrob It's mace the greatest Coming with the latest Attendance required for all ages and wages It's time for me and John T to stop the damn hiatus