The Next Episode Jet 2

[Intro]
Thinking above

[Verse]
I'm on that straight show flow shit
Next episode shit
Spittin' with a heart made of steel like I stole it
Hang you like clothes, no closet
If you ever fuh with my cheese where the Chuck-E-Cheese tokens
Nigga toting hope like I hoped it
Dreaming above gravity, I'm sitting on the solar
Spitting until my spit look like I'm fizzing from a soda
Heat it up until I'm fanning down her south like Dakota
Hold up
I'll slice the beat like Zorro
Or spray the 9 on the grease like formula 4-0
I'm so Norco, sharper than a Norelco
Thorough with my torro, teach you tutoriolo
Mr. Solo Dolo, still get my dough though
And I ain't 'bout to make them birds fly like a dodo
Instead, I'd rather make them fuckas sing like a solo
And dog em, rofo rofo, in the zone like I dove yo
Hold up
Hit the serious tracks giggling
'Cause I'm thinking far too beyond like infinity
I say what I feel, don't care who listen like soliloquies
Spit mental telepathy, I say whatever you think
Nigga
Whatever you think, make sure you master it
And if it ain't above gravity, it ain't accurate
Whatever you th-ink like it's tatted
If you ain't making moves, then yo' ass is just a mannequin