Since C.A.Y.A. - Shabazz Palaces

You know it’s real

Poppin' a pill

Nice with the pill

Ice on the scale

Nights in Negril

Kites from in jail

You type to tell

Flights for the girls

Black nightingales

Knights of the vale

Vice is entailed

Pipes and assailants

Their tails rattle, but they fail in battle

I pop jail shout outs while I bail Seattle

I hear they chatter but to me it ain’t matter

I’m off a stamped passport with some cake batter, getting at her

Of course I’ve bagged her, there’s sadder and badder

He’s the former, I’m the latter

He gotta buy all the things he brag bout

Me?

When I came out man, I already had it

I’m in the back of G’s van with Royce the Choice pop

He told me his son was abouts to get hot

These is town niggas, I’m thinking «Why not?»

Get brioche my bro put some dough on a knot

I practice in Blackness when macking my flows

This for an African niggas I know

Like Couled and Sala, and Jurato

They clip the AK, «say what’s happenin' bro?»

The usual, pimped on a beat

Just back from Casablanca with G Z’s on my feet

Let me now shout out EC and DP

Since C.A.Y.A., I flowed the fly way

She knew they deal know she’s on the highway

From my hood, if you was fly, if you had one in skyway

Shout out EJ, CJ, KJ

Each and e’ry day, for me’s a pay day

He ain’t filthy, no word gymnastics

That’s Old English, dipped in plastic

Deliver spastic in the fridge since last week

Tissus de l’ere spatial avec femmes afrique

That’s French, I just pimped you just simp

I bop with a limp, rock a trench

I’ve been in a trench, I get out the pinch

You can’t so you still on the bench

For styles I invented, dough start to print

Hoes start to grin, I’m in motion

You’re all in contempt

Lost in these streets and sound lost on a beat

Man, I can’t even remember my last tweet

You’re soc-med selfie came, that’s sweet

Your swag seems so pink but hey, that’s me

This one I’m with like mango lassi

Whoosh off her feel, it’s a fast sweep

Sprawled out looks like gold across black mink

We touch and agreed now she fast asleep

But I’m still up juggin' on this beat

Thus I’m a don

I got diamonds on my flow

Any rapper nigga knows

I’m watching all the stars

Falling out they bars

I see the sell outs, clowns, coons

Staring empty minded at the moon

Ever waiting

This is why, I ride the waves

I got Quazarz on my heart

Filthy braids and razor parts

We could do it in the dark

I see the sell outs, clowns, coons

Staring empty minded at the full moon

Ever waiting

This is why, I freed the slaves