Smooth, like the touch of a brazillian masseuse,
Or shaky like a corleone sicilian truce,
That's how I kick it, you compare me to a million bruce,
Lees, please

Mouth on a pink lady, till i'm swilling the juice,
I mean the fruit, riding the beat, still in the loop,
Big for my boots, still acting like my shoe size,
Clark Kent, jump out your apartment i'm too fly,
Cryptic right, scripting your kryptonite, to bring it your crib tonight,
Like frankincense
Forget the Ben Franklins, I barely handle cents
Spent up, but with pens I'm fresher than some jasmine scent,
Leaving your ego with a massive dent,
Rappers if its easy you should go and make a classic then,
We aren't big time, with plays, only on last fm,
But talents clear, you don't believe me, go on ask your friends,
But I need the type of budget only nasa spends,

Fly you to the moon and back,
No need to argue over who can rap,
Leading the race and I don't choose to slack,
Stay in your shell
If you make inept tunes, don't say your pharell,
And never say your for real?
It's cliched, who would pay your deal?
I'm maybe crazy, but i'm taking the wheel
With persuasive appeal,

This ones for you and me,
Body language, spoke fluently
Actions maybe louder than words,
So turn the volume up, show mine to the world