[Ben Al]
I hob knob wit snobs who drink outta gold goblets
Do coke off of keys and laugh at the world's problems
Feelin like Sadako twistin a thousand planes
Outta habit I hadn't missed a day in a thousand straight
The Valet gone cough when he hop in what we droppin off
sh** look like a cumulus seepin out the sunroof of it
Apollo and 4 horses returnin from a Lunar trip
Apollo 13 Tom Hanks with the Buddha lit
Risin up the steps of knowledge Blue Barracuda sh**
Black Hemi Cuda sh**, mixin hustle with muscle of
A talented hooligan, who don't give a f** about you
You, or you, or him, Just about this money, it's the
Rap Ranger Megazord / The leader of the Autobots
Yea I smoke a lot of pot / It makes everything Funny
And it look like Roger Klautz / verde / orange hair
Ben Al don't care what the f** you say about
Me and my crew n***a cause we flyer than you and yours
Higher than humans soar, your b**h livin wit you
But she dyin to do the 4, this sh** is Fantasitc
I feel like the human torch, blowin boombastic
And sippin Cliquot and riding in some sh** you only seen
On Gran Turismo, 66 green goat I keep it G.T.O. the fullest
Blowin on my goodness, flow floatin on kush but my
Ass on them kushions / peddle flows / push dro
But its nothin like peddle pushin, spittin verses on God's gift
I got the Devil shookin, get on my level Rookie
Ben Al move the crowd, you get shookin when several lookin
Now look at me now, wit the planets like an overweight momma
I'm the heavyweight champion, the red clay monsta
And I stay wit 2 b**hes down to do the Jane Fonda
Its Not a Stain on Me you can't keep the stains off ya
New flow new story still the same author
Still appeal to everybody / what's good? / Que Pasa?
Keep it deep writin lyrics while colorin Mandalas
And you love it like B.I.G. when b**hes called him Big Poppa
It's Your Boy…