Good Music (preclude)
[black thought]
On the actual, i swings like i'm satchel
And brings groovy things to my peoples on the natural
Inclined to align, index to other flow & through beats
The butta kid got yet another bid to serve
In groovy stew, peace to all the kids who smuggle buddha
Cross the border cause it beez a remedy to ?cola roda?
Recruiter of refugees, the urbanite objects
Wreck to catch the gravy, grass be the po' baby
That i planted in the long run, dig the rhythmic song from
The one who goes left see, how many brothers test me?
Touch, the texture of the weak & yo i wrecks the comb
From picking cause i'm cool & umm, kicks 'pon the dome
I'm kicking, on the regular i puts masses in motions
Shit'll split your mind open like a canteloupe then
The roots & the boots don boost to stomp potholes
Mr. job kicker, ease off, cause i got soul enough
To sell it, yo let spell it, b-l-a-c-k
T-h-o-u-g-h-t don't play
When i skits off a land funk that boogies up your pants and
Kicks flavor dug by your gramps in johansen
Jazz cats that's hip, plus them brothers who scramble
Your uncle & your cousins & the wino who gamble..
Hahaha, & for my next trick
