Ipanena Lawrence Mulrooney (Ft. Astrud Gilberto & Stan Getz)

I'm....
Hotter than a summer fleece
Yet colder than an artic breeze
These words are my expertise
Seen with no degree, just a dream
And my two feet
Ya two cents mean shit to me, my
Techniques elite, like a walking conversation piece
Break ya knees walking in my shoes, I'm rap obese
Eating these rappers and the beats, they join the feast
In a room filled with clowns
It eases the feeling that I am It now
Been It since I took the throne robe and crown
Looked at my watch, and it said "Right now"
Looked at my pen, as I disavow with sounds, that astound
Audio dope, come and get a pound
Notice what you notice...
Were all one now
No pow pow, hit me on that PayPal
Been around town, got here a while ago
As I overdose on shrooms tell you how my travels go

Wait on our shoulders only knowing what they told us
Evidence in question man, they can't even show us
It's bogus, but I guess were somewhat free though
In a race collecting Fritos
Commas and 0's
Dro by the O
Cocoa bean by the boat load
All they want is they freedom
Victimless crime punishments do we need em
Biggest crime goes unseen
Realize that their guilty
Till everyone is free
Boots oversees
But really what's the need
When Detroit beyond poverty
And that's the Motor City
But no gas is being pumped its
Nothing less than pity, ain't my city
It's the weakest link, wake up Nation
Open ya third eye like blink