Fettucini Kool A.D. (Ft. Amaze 88)

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
This is it, what, fettucini falling to the plate
Nice mover, my files X like Malcolm
Out the window with the Swisher Sweet
Paradise Lost like [?] tossed out
Salad like the days where we had less
Shruggy Atlas, sleeping on a cutty mattress
Make money money, take funny money tactics
Flip them from the cellar to the attic
Selling to the sellers and the addicts
Soak game, bed wetter than a hat trick
If you want to send a letter better get the address
Fresher when I step into the palace
Feathery and lavish, energy and magic
Legwork centipede status
Head jerk getting key tragically, hip hop into shit
I should stop it but I don’t want to quit
See how we keep the marijuana lit
I’ma get as high as I wanna get
Don’t it seem so sweet, like the lie from a honest lip?
We hide from promised whips
Freedom is a prize and an agnonishment
Oops, I mean admonishment
Keep your eyes on the monuments
Follow as I ride in astonishment
Stare into the sky’s wild promises
See how your pride slips comically
Down to the spot where you see the shoe polish sit
No matter how much you get
You still can’t get all of it
And who would even want all of that?
Every spot you haunt will haunt you back
What you want beyond stacks? Look upon the lawns beyond that
See how the grass is green, mami guap mean but her ass is meaner
Word to Victor Vazquez Sr
See me in the traffic saying “Bitch I really wish you would crash this Bim”