[Intro]
[Verse 1: Rafael Casal]
I am bumpin', I am braille, I am talking though the thumpin'
Used to pour a c**a cola and sip it with Robitussin
And them days is far from over as long as them guns are bustin'
I will medicate the condition of people young and strugglin'
Fuego I ain't screaming leggo, I want folks to hold on
I tear them off me velcro running game on this track
Track's nothing but my b**h, I'm running trains on this b**h
Guess that makes me the metro, b-town Berkeley retro
Psychadelic, I'm 'bout to Norman Mail it
I'm an executioner's song away from winning, I can smell it
But they tell me dumb it down, noone got that Norman Mailer reference
Executioner's song is the book he wrote I'm giving lessons
Unapologetic hood nerd, Judas to the good word
Nail them to the beat to give faith of rapping a future
Leaking I'm the super, dreaming I am Krueger
Canceled your season you're hanging with Cooper
Old news that life's a b**h but she's a cougar
So I send that p**y back in time to k** it, Looper
Like 40 would say, "pimping this whole things game goofy
If they sleeping on you just keep hitting, roofie"
[Verse 2: Rafael Casal]
Oh yea, off of Pico I am Tarantino
On my repo, grabbing Jackie Browns like I talk libido
They can copy Kinko, they can rob me finko
I'm still mobbing Vito, drumming on them Ringo in my El Camino
Screaming free Ned, free Ned, really what you pretend
Grew up seeing partners off to Rita every weekend
Yeah this county 'bout the bounty made in county jail
Get a little bit rowdy then they round us up and set the bail
Send me mail, raised in califas, chase senoritas, I'm cali living
This my subpoena, s**ers read up I speak with conviction
Trick, now you been served, should have been studying my every word
Every move, moved in a blur, but you mistake now you're kicked to the curb
Funny I give the notion like I been planning this takeover
Cause quite a commotion give this trendy swag sh** a makeover
Pacemaker to a young motherf**er like muah with heart
Serving these midgets ala carte, pulling Napoleon's bones apart, cold and smart
Pen gaming these hufflepuffs I'm a centaur to these muggle f**s
I am Hefner to the heffers with no kevlar I am snuffing punks
Pushed back with a little kick in my coattails
I am packed with a fresh zig full of rolled ls
On a rap I just relive what I know well
What I know wells how to pimp like it's wholesale
Wow, south central flow, though, we just moved down from Oakland
Moved out to LA putting all our sh** in motion
Repping my getback, put the pin back in a grenade
I am Gizmo with h20, I went gremlin on this insane
Now I'm the one running this dojo, two cups for my robo
What the f** should I say next, go have safe s** and get dolo
Only got one life, only got one dick, only got one clique, only give two sh**s
Barely dropped two cents, penning my blueprint [indeterminate]