(Talking)
Let's get high, high
For my dreamers
(Chorus) X2
If you're a dreamer, put your hands up high (high)
Jump up and get higher, higher
Than Kanye, cups of Hypno and Alize
Let's get away, get away
(Verse One)
I rhyme, I rip
That's the way that Jam Young spits
Dave Chapelle skits, I want that purple stuff
In my cup and in my blunt
Now let's kick it like a punt
Machine Gun Funk
Taking big poppa puffs
Nickname me Donald Trump, the apprentice
Looking to make cents from a sentence
But first you got to make sense of my sentence
Otherwise it's senseless, not to mention
Very pretentious if only the intelligent get it
Every time I write I attempt it
Complexity, Variety
Call me the freshmen on Varsity
Represent the Grey, no Marcy
A little bit of Black
A little bit of White
Hispanic in my blood, Green makes me feel alright
Not a weed head I just like bud... light
Get it right
And the aroma- take it in coma, forgot the "m"
Love my tea, whoops, did it again!
(Chorus) X2
(Verse 2)
I paint pictures I should donate to the MOMA
Everything I say is sick like I got pneumonia
Syllables sharp enough to slice a blade- Sonya
Still talking sh**? No Biggie, But I warned ya
The only thing we have in "Common" is the corner
We grew up on, I moved, you still there, never grew up huh?
Little hush puppy, hush up mister fluffy stuff
I'm making underground hits, Homer drinking Duffy cups
So fall back bloods**er on that Buffy Stuff
Rewind it back, GOD DAMN that's tough!
This Jam Young kid is nuts- Macadamia
Flow like rivers in Mesopotamia
Got more Brain in my Pinky Than You Animania
Cartoons, the starving artist, Elephant in the room
So pa** me a Macintosh
Then yell Mozoltov
Flyer than an Albatross
I do it like a boss!
(Chorus) X2
(Outro)
This that Jazzy sh**, that Jazzy sh**
This that Snazzy sh**, that Snazzy sh**
That Bluesy sh**, that bluesy sh**