Yes Iyah - Homeboy Sandman

Johnny on the spot

Wit the downhill powerwalk tomahawk chop

Wit the moxy and chops to pull up on your spot

Or your proxy’s

Pop

And put it to a stop

Constant

Every toc we take it from the top

It’s that 1 2 3 o’clock 4 o’clock rock

Get your app open

Plot the course you gotta trot

When the mad potent drop of course you gotta cop

Been a hot minute since i pulled up on the scene

Mad events was not foreseen

Next thing that i knew i was laying on a beach

Next thing that i knew i was balanced on a beam

Last thing that i knew i was rhyming on a beat

Now everything’s back to how it oughta be

No problem to clutch a mountain by the peak

Now that i can touch the bottom of the sea

Stuck in my prime, full time heavyweight

Three or four hotties chillin poolside anyway

Me and mono done sold game to gave game away

Found the hypotenuse

Barbecues labor day

Stones Throw done gone off the deep end

Wit enemies like that well who needs friends?

Christians told me to repent

But i ain’t too pressed

No reason to pretend

My bad pastor and deacon

Signed, boy sand, grandmaster of weekends

Widespread hassle and nuisance

Not enough time spent following blueprints

Not enough time spent tying up loose ends

Every joe schmoe wanna put in they two scents

And every jane schmane wanna throw in they two more

Nonsense, they was my scent but i threw em off

I do it all

This and that, such and such, way too much to recall

31 flavors come visit and do the waltz

Nosey ass neighbors stay listening through the wall

Not your regular booty call

Ain’t no thing to dig in the booty if duty calls

I be beating the booty like it was the booty fault

Pull out spray on the beauty a beautiful waterfall

That’s TMI i just realized, me and mine

Fast track, SESAC, ASCAP, BMI

Just wasn’t in the cards until the stars realigned

All the way, on our way’s gone away, we arrived

The reason why is it’s about time

People think of planets like there’s just about nine

20, 30 more you can expect to find expect to find life

Talking just about mine

Seated head of class the first and last of my kind

Then i hit the s’mac up for a nosh of alpine

Don’t knock it till you try it

You may ask me what about the government lying

I would answer to you that’s your problem not mine

I’d be not lying

Listen i got mine so i do not mind

Before i got mine i had to stop trying

Before i got mine i had to stop crying

Blink of an eye look what has transpired

Find me and my camp around the camp fire

Sat hatching a plan to build a empire

Ain’t one yesman

Yes iyah

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Johnny on the sphere

If anybody asks i was never here

In the lunchroom sitting alone my whole career

Wear my pants so you cannot see my underwear

Clad in scuba gear

When i bounce i never bring back a souvenir

When it come to kick and the snare I’m never scared

You could tell by smile i wear from ear to ear

Kinda weird, now and then 12 months of the year i’ll grow a beard

Wish you good luck finding the rules to which i adhere

Take my last buck, give it to a bum to buy a beer

Shed a tear for my once luscious glorious full head of hair

It did not help getting it back to say a prayer

But thank god that it didn’t stop my being a player

Is that clear

I try to always keep a pad wit a Pam Grier

I’m known to always keep a flask of the panacea

I’m known for dropping in and crashing on Pangea

Down and dirtier than Bill Lambeer

Pull up looking like the president of Zambia

Must have caught a pine needle in my pineal

Bust off on your couch and now your couch from Ikea

That don’t make sense but rest in peace in Phife

Type to throw a bee hive in a street fight

Just the type to bee-line into deep night

With a policy to decline to any e-vite

Only deep flies

Never three strikes

Never deep fried

Only green lights

World tour all of outdoors

Every drop of hot sauce

Nothing outsourced

Cry out for a encore from the hardcore

Introduce your in-laws to the outlaw

Greatest look since dinosaurs and the protozoa

Greatest hooks since southpaw rocky balboa

Before i lived in Brooklyn i was livin in the Lowa

Chicks that look like Selma Hayek dancing wit a boa

Always interrupt and run up on me outta nowhere

Take em to Chipotle and get extra barbacoa

Just 'cause i’m the object of they passion and desire

Doesn’t mean i’m splurging on they fashionable attire

Honey got reliant, started calling me a liar

Had to tell her no ma’am

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