Lyrics:
Blackalicious A2G Ep

, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah This is a story of a kid His name is Cisko Who made more money Than the Count of Monte Crisco He lived a

that he manifest artistry Like a painting with an infinite, beyond lifetime warranty And Satan is a wack diseased, that needs to be quarantined And caged in, I'm riding a

Wich yo girl dressed in a g-string, she's swingin' My way, shorty, and it sure looks good I'm cookin' up a batch of dopeness like a good cook should I

for your past mistakes Mentally and spiritually dwelling past the gates You can change your ways, elevate today To all recovered alcoholics chillin' up in A.A