Check my style
My vowels and my vocals
Speaking through the mic
Nigga I just keep it focused
And hocus pocus
Nigga like a magic trick
Cuz' brick by brick
Imma build my empire
Give me fire
Imma burn this niggas down
Cuz I'm back and the beast
Never left the fucking town
Now hold on
There's nothing you gotta fear
Nasty or tasty
Its just flava in your ear
This is Cream And I'm
Living a dream and I'm
Bumping in the bass
While I'm thinking in the green and I'm
Back in the nineties
Through the speakers
Talking to myself
I'm just doing what I love more music more wealth
Dropping Flava
I make it clever
Cuz it's the perfect storm
The storm is the perfect weather
I'm jumping
I'm bouncing
I'm flipping like it's Kriss Kross
In this game of chess a mutha muthafuking horse
It's a morse code
That nigga speak
Fuck the shirt
He just care about the sneakers
Turn on the mic
Light up the reefah
Take two and pass
My style is always thicker
My cream is sour
My devil is sweeter
My tongue is poison
Your mind is mía
I'm fucking lost up
Trying to rhyme behind the lines
And say that I don't want a dime
Just the truth behind your lies
Yeah!
I'm just raising up my level
I'm building structures
Like I'm playing Lego
I never let go
Cuz my life is summarized
By the
Pen and the paper
And the message in my eyes
Wise thoughts
Fucking flava what I brought
Doing Hip Hop to the
South and the North
Open the doors
The load is heavy
Aven's on my back
Just call me when you're ready
Sit back relax
And feel the flava
You better drop it now
There's no time for a later
For all the haters and
For all the lovers
Cuz if you feel this joint
You are one of my brothers
Sit back relax
And feel the flava
You better drop it now
There's no time for a later
To all the haters and
For all the lovers
Cuz if you feel this joint
You are one of my brothers
One of my bro bro
One of my brothers
One of my brothers (Check it out nigga)