Pablo

Walk in the room, their jaws drop Talk of the town without applause Walk on the moon no hollywood set All that's around was built with these paws Profound with the loud I'm the wizard of oz All of my munchkins slangin these bars Got a witch from the west and she bad as hell 22 yellow bricks shipped in the mail My encryption is hidden, my fancy is hittin All of your feelings with something I've written Calling it different ain't homage enough The love that we're getting could start a religion Asserting dominion with all of my kinsmen Making these figments only in your mind I do not have dreams and I do not have goals My prose exposed the most divine Flipping all these drugs I feel like my new Name should be Pablo Not the typical type Either MDMA Audio Audio Audio MDMA Audio Flipping all these drugs I feel like my new Name should be Pablo Not the typical type either MDMA Audio Catch me in the kitchen Cooking up And serving all this bass Feel like Pablo, Esco No no, Picasso's the Only way Servin it up to all of the dope fiends Protools Cookin all of the dope beats No rules? Bitchin, im gonna wreck things Send it to Harlem, maybe SHECK Wes things Send it to Dre, have him inspect things Send it to dot, hope he respects me Send it to god, no question Ready to pop? No question! Man whoa, F*ck, ya this shit is really good ya Double cups and double bits we eatin really good now Man whoa, F*ck, ya this shit is really good ya Double cups and double bits we eatin really good now Crack in these tracks, Man i feel like I'm Pablo Come at me now, me llamo Diablo Heat in the sound, Jupiter bound Fall to the ground Geronimo fly Shut up the haters, my nuts in your faces No fucks will be given if you cannot take it No luck for the wicked who workin for payment I just wanna stick it in all of their faces So you just wanna stick it in all of their faces No luck for the wicked who workin for payment No fucks will be given if you cannot take it Ship up the haters, my nuts in your faces Fall to the ground Geronimo Foy Heat in the sound, Jupiter bound Come at me now, me llamo diablo Crack in these tracks, man I feel like I'm Pablo Flipping all these drugs I feel like my new Name should be Pablo Not the typical type Either MDMA Audio Catch me in the kitchen Cooking up And serving all this bass Feel like Pablo, Esco No no, Picasso's the Only way