Heems:
I'm from Cop Killer
Never killed a cop, though
More the type to burn a spliff and eat a bag of nachos
More the type to read a novel, maybe 'bout Navajos
On a sunny day I'm on the block in a poncho
Venomous, extra sick
Tell me how my bars feel
Talk shit, tell me how the floor of the bar feel
Young cocoa butter
I'm fresh as new car smell
Cynical lasagna loving cat
Call me Garfield
Graffiti those legit streets
I paint Marine Green Newport packs
Now who down?
Three brown, the slim thang
I need a brand new vein
To torso they can make enough funds to send a Sudan
Spraying copyright symbols on yoga mats
Until I'm high enough
To type a bunch of rhyming words
To tell you how I'm fly and stuff
Writing racial rants
Craigslist, start the race war
Highest space dog, wildest three cage boys
Mommy Dukes never told me to go to my room
But while juvenile, she threatened to send me to Dehradun
That's in the motherland
Her lover-dad hit me with a broom
Black and blue, at school
Where white kids call me dune coon
I'm still living this shit
Something like a pigeon and pissed
Scribblin' some lip words
To a script, literal shit
Belittled, we get
Hit quick, you little dick
Kicked in, just forget it you shits
Kool A.D.:
Aright, what's up?
Papa watch me on Google Alerts, hi dad!
I'm at the Whitney with DJ Spooky, on an iPad
Shotgunning slits in a woman's can
And catching some catches
You can't keep bumps from the bug-eyed man fan
Can, can, can you do the smarty-pants can-can?
So you think you can dance?
Here is your stinking advance
Back ends, tap them, stack ends
White people, play this for you black friends
Black people, smack them
Moose spoonin' with candy flippers
Whomever the edible panties fit
Gets the candy glass brandy-snifter
Shake hands with fans that demand a picture