Something Holy Like Qur'an

It's the bazooka chooka drivin just like im blowin lutha

Look to the future on a dime doin karmasutra

Jump out a supa' benz me and my supa' friends

Thinkin on some supa' ends, Eatin soul food again

Man fully loaded and quoted, you know devoted and wrote it

And you can never decode it, If I can sell it I sold it

It's Nicky kamikaze, at cha' party, at cha' party

I'll tell the guard ta' shoot cha'

Why you gotta lurk arody.

Yea so pass the yak, back ta' back

Now I tilt my frisco hat

Hit the track and get the scratch

Then we blaze that indo sack

Hey im a rapper, ghost rider like casper

After hours crackin the partys full of my laughter

Pass the weed to me like M.D. and get to thizz dancin

Hyena crunk, like he a blunt and get the shit crackin

Ya need ta' know this weed ta' blow ya maybe that we can roll

But see at shows i up the stakes if you want Queez to flow

Follow the guest im so low in the flesh

I keep do'do' in my chest 'cause i dont know whats next

But now im livin fo' it, get in goin, everyone who spit it know it

Im reborn but could be gone and any given moment

And im the numba 7, March 11,

engine revin, keep it steppin,

Weapon keptin, on the left in, man

this my confession, my souls controlled man

all through the penile, I wonder up in heaven if Ray Charles can see now

You never see smiles all on the boulevard

gotta shake the dope in jars