Secret designers To give me the finest, el gato arigato gozaimasu My style is timeless, dem gal deh gimme vagina's From footas back to the primer, just gimme the buddy climbers We don't want no minors
sleep long enough to dream It's life on a laser beam But I fiend for the future at my finger tips One of the minor technicalities of my head trips You
Burn the sack, and don't be ashamed to mack I'm bout to tell you how a true player has to be The shit comes naturally, so hoes quit asking me I never
my shit back cause I got an automatic Flem got the .40 he gone get rowdy, and ya dont want that shit cause its gone be naughty, by nature fuck a playa
York, my third eye glides with the view like a hawk Defined, my mind is automatic, rhymes are tragic Fount in the attic, lost you in Asia, Minor, find
lethal Diesel, lethal Diesel, lethal (Shaquille O'Neal) Speed baller to Emblem ember shot caller Natural born athlete, actor with a rap sheet Contain live parts minority
in toupees Keep the Rollie shinin' true players know the science And those that's behind me be the Giants While y'all are Jets Last place niggas minor
or that in its ultimate form Which is, this means the truth or that which is resistant to it When a minority realizes its similarities on a higher level
, truth that I reveal'll Rush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues Part time minor leagues receive third
your mind [Verse 1] Every time I speak my mind I'm lyrically critical The pinnacle of being revolutionarily pivotal Beyond anything ever studied thats metaphysical Man fuck a minority
cock my shit back cause I got an automatic Flem got the 40 he gone get rowdy and ya dont want that shit cause its gone be naughty, by nature fuck a playa
you see it right there So tell me what a cause so much damn poverty Tell me why the people dem a lose gravity It caused by a handful of minority Who
crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues Part time minor leagues receive third degrees Attack like a
Emancipated minor Well directed, brilliantly casted Riding a Greyhound down to the city With her fake I.D. and a hell of a little hand basket Little
unfolds, with the soul of The Whispers On the block, we rock loud like The Pistols Up in the crib, my wiz drinkin' a Harvey's Bristol Natural flavor,
she is now my beloved bride I am one, sole inheritance and yield To myself the pageantry of being lonely, I'm fit to be called a son of the minority,
world She is nature's girl She's a mystery to all within our world She is nature's girl She is nature's girl She is nature's girl
This is my church This is where I heal my hurts It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming
