From the recording T.H.A.W.
The sun’s coming out.
This rain could’ve been snow really and a very very good…
good vibes good vibes. Good signs. Oh yeah. Feels good…
Through the art of rhyme I choose to speak my mind
agree or disagree I will forever be me
illuminate, so you can see what I’m tryin to sell y’all
chop sack, cop that, drop and bring it right back
fist black, People’s Party for Defense
Black Panther, this question has no answer
girls all pause, hit the stage applause
standing ovation, later for reciprocation
rain check, you owe me, now the Bills due
this ain’t Buffalo possess a 49er flow
my grammar, Joe Montana
hit hard like Ronnie Lott, blowin up your spot
come across the middle, bet I’ll solve your riddle
cheater’s justice cattle prod I inject with
pure energy, everything you attempt to be
is simply me, L-E-F-T
Y, don’t ask I stay high
gone off sinsemilla whack I can’t feel ya
get familiar if you ain’t already
Brandon Roy, Trailblaze, point guard steady
slice like machete, dense, I’m the Serengeti
jungle, y’all don’t wanna rumble
Rosenthal yell bumaye!
Game Commission, been spittin’, showin’ y’all the way
from the biggest little town, layin chips down
at the roulette table, mind unstable
oh so you thought, I’m just gettin it in
know the name, check the game, the house always wins
Exactly. The door opened the other way and hit me right in the nose.
It’s an omen. The snow is an omen and the toilet door is an omen.