Dumb It Down

Dumb It Down

[Into]

Ali, mix it...

Ha ha ha, Lady G, Whaddup?

Ha ha ha, Bad Love, Whaddup?

Ha ha ha, ha...

[Verse 1]

I spaz out till I pass out. There's clarity in my vulgarity for a sass-mouth

Your praody's not funny. Apparently you aint' nothing but industry crash dummies -

As long as the lord love me, I'm good

I could: be the best rapper but I'd rather be the answer that capture

The violence that coincides in my hood

I should: stick a fork in this music business but I'm too dependent

Like pussy on my penis. Devil's kitchen in Phoenix. That's the heat that I'm bringing

Where the shade at? I'm L.A. radio and good music, boy I don't play that

Ugh. Walking a thin line from thinking like Einstein and

Rhyming like Rakim in '89

Don't wanna pack a nine just a mind full of wisdom like a man

99 years old locked in prison. Don't freeload on my vision

Get exposed like an R&B ho with a sex tape hidden

I'm always for the business, forever you can feel it, weather you Crip blue

Or a nigga that hemorrhage

My penmanship is like me and Langston combined to the hip

And my hip to the hop don't stop as I rock

I got a buzz like a shot of Palmer Sun and the women fall in love as they fall in my crotch

Now understand that I'm all that you've got

Give me chance, give me ears, give me hearts, give me props

Hear the difference...? I'm cool like that

Oh you spit? Well the retarded drool is back

See, I'm the author of the authors. The father of the Austin Power fajja

Who can bust like a charter, why bother?

I know a jealous serpent is a burden to my life

But still I carry on like luggage on a flight

The realness in my bones is the DNA to life

I can give you insight only if you're in sight

I'm lookin' past y'all like a fastball - strike!

And I aint' even trynna give it my all - yikes!

I'm comfortable enough to go and chill out with a Huxtable

You couldn't see my pedestal, because you're afraid of heights...

Cloud 9, where you can find; me in my dime like Roosevelt in his prime

Wait till I'm in my prime; the moon and the stars will align

On my Louis V. belt like Orion...

To whom say he cool: but the irony is I could hold the bottom of an iron with the bottom of my palm

I say so much, so little all action, no talk like a mob throwing up gang signs

It's not all about punchlines, I don't do that

I'm a Jaguar - you're just a new cat now move back

Kendrick Lamar on the radar for success

Aiming for the top like an AR aimed at your neck. I can never digress