Bookoo Bread Company
Potlikker Enterprises
Soulfolks Theological Seminary
Left it on the spit so spinning like a gyro
Steady ready All-Star like Z-Bo
Sad gazebo, shooting for the b-roll
Combo moves, not a cheat code
Frank talk like Biko
We started counting that zero
Imminent fantasy, in Tennessee with my enemies, feeling lovely
Bloodline muddy, crib a little cutty, but I'm gifted
Beat a little dusty, but I'm lifted
Trust, we going the distance
Going for speed, going for green peace, going beyond need
Sparing the rod, sharing a laugh with God
And my belly still hurting, tell dunny don't worry 'bout the wording
It's more about the feeling
It's more about the feeling
It's more about the feeling
Ran out screaming, "Make it make sense"
I'm the dojo of Kosho Shinogi
I think you owe me
Funking, Shogun of the Harlem of the mind
Bartering with it all on the line
Giggling, 'cause I like them stakes and odd strategies
Snakes though God was mad at me and started slithering closer
Wiggling over pre-determined boundary lines
The bell and the foundry chimes loudly
Crack lensing, enough to smack some sense into the densest apprentice
My pastime includes hopping fences, fencing
Algorithms keep telling me I'm not sexy, I haven't been listening
Belly out at the show
Poet gang looking like pirates fresh out the cove
I though should know
We've been moving units, moody whosits seems to be losing steam
We have Ruby Yacht technology for remembering dreams
Sure the focus is good, hocus-pocus, locusts and hoods
I open up the blues blood so it come out to show them
Come out to show them
Ah, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Notes form a wise-ass and a unicorn triad
Tinker with their mind like a doodad