Uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah, yeah
Uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Is that shit you been waiting for?
P.A. all day
Madlib, and we ready for war
GCM in the motherfuckin' building, yeah
And we here, and, and we, and we here, motherfucka, yeah
I'm on my off day in Germany, Cologne
On this Cali Asian tour, you know what I mean?
And I was like, " Fuck, man
I gotta give the motherfuckin' fans what they want
And they wanna hear that Planet Asia madlib shit, man
You know what I mean?
Shoutout to DJ, me, myself, and I
In the motherfuckin' building
Tim in the motherfuckin' building
Check it out
Yeah, yeah
Nubian aura
Black and gold shinin' my strobes
Soul controller blowin' stogues out the Taurus
Yellow gold mother Mary medallions, vines tailored
POWs get found out in Venezuela
Rappers is costume jewelry and I'm the diamond tester
Yolanda Freshman's is swine infested, I'm not impressed with
Build with the scribe, record the vibe
With enough jazz to spaz over Madlib, forty-fives
Turnin' my pages, massagin' my dome with a wave brush
I'm buildin' pyramids with the languages
Usually your hater is one who was fooled by a traitor
Cross the gun line and meet your maker player
Pay us or get sprayed up
Amadeus, Amadeus, we chronic smoke and Masonic vocals
Get a grip, don't trip
When it comes to this, I just bust off clips
I came to bust y'all shit
Where my niggas at?
Where my bodies at?
We off that cognac in the Pontiac
Right here's where the party's at
The hoes catch heart attacks
If they ain't part of that
Situation where the G's was present
'Cause real niggas on the streets got they cheese together
Yeah, and you know that
Plus degree rap, dirty to the core
Waters is muddy, I rep real
Camouflage trench dragging on the floor
Every verse is killer, five star general criminal
Two hundred dollar shots of tequila
Half Moon mafia, rap goon monopoly
Posse eyeballing skills we selling that tilapia
Shout to the connect, no need to thank me
Just keep it discreet to the D's, my identity's Banksy
On the low baggin' and blow I still got them big eighties
Fiend sample like Otis in the lab with break beats
And if I'm dreaming please awake me
Jewelry truck, boat pirate approach my gun is off safety
Too many mediocre niggas eatin', a bunch of jokers
Type to get murdered middle of a meetin'
Yo the times is local, my mind is social
These rhymes is smoke you, honor the Masonic vocals
Get a grip, don't trip
When it comes to this, I just bust off clips
I came to bust y'all shit
Where my niggas at?
Where my Bonnie's at?
We off the Cognac in the Pontiac
Right here's where the party's at
The hoes catch heart attacks
They ain't part of that
