T.Y.H.I.T.A

you can't block son's shine when his ideas are bright enough to dilate your pupils

lifes a game that'll test you so kudos if you're a teacher's pet tho there's no contest that I'm the best pupil

valedictorian of my peers here's the sole soul that the whole group quotes

so much class, obey the rules, no! I'm sky diving through the loopholes

meticulously move slow the first step as heavy as a sumo's

5 steps to success but to escalate I took the elevator to the roof yo

you're stuck at first base while I'm sliding home with two hoes

I swing the wood with the batting average of albert pujols

remove clothes and panty hose I'm tearing through those

gone off the nuvo let me clarify and verify that even with mucho

dineros in my suit folds I

do not mean to boast

quick to back down, don't approach, wassup bro? I'm a trip, pack your clothes, you wanna go, putos?!

go where?! go night night, I'm at your Wake rocking Armani, Ralph Lauren and Hugo

the Boss of a troupe of rude folks in the heart of the city

set up road blocks like blood clots you can't maneuver through those

fear my reign, can't take my name in vain when the streets are congested veins

and when I take my aim then make my claim the gesture flows through the blood stream of the city like low glucose

evil intent the scent of revenge is still sweeter than high fructose

corn syrup, you fools are corny, word? it was heard through the grapevine

was bound to circulate the second the little bird whispered into the ear of corn

don't perpetrate, son, word is Bond

James

has a License To Kill and the right to bare arms but still shoot you the fair one

back up's gonna have to follow the smoke signals from the flare gun

or the north star to guide ya to the heavenly father

chant fuck a pig, one time, prepare them for the slaughter

or water board to torture, baby, jimmie's crazy enough to happy belated abort ya

watch how the story plays out as orchestrated by the author

I doubt your parents taught ya to never walk up to a stranger

and take candy, the decision will haunt ya from the cradle to the grave

from the grave to the cradle the rebirth of the fabled

it's gravy baby, when I peel off mashing the gas like dad did potatoes

the most known colonel, other than Sanders

I do this shit, for my Click, other than Sandler

turn your Adam's apple into cider as I sand your

epidermis down to your subcutis no better time to panic than now get down damnit

hands up

in the air and wave them like you don't care