Cruise control
Body and soul
A/C don't work
And windows don't roll
Pitching my
Wheels to the wind
Pressin' my essence
To the globe
Win or fold
Cool or cold
Who knows
Until my blue and gold
1's step in
When
Release the mic
From the poll
And the word get froze
Easy back
Bet
Next thing I know
I'm stepping off stage
And I'm soaking wet
Hand me a check
I'm trying not to be the first to jet
But still
I'm not a novice
So show me some respect
This for my kickos
All night
Working instrumentals
The proof is in the put in
Doomsday MLK
Three Amigos
Tonight it's warm
By morning the whole street froze
Arrive in t-shirt
Then we leave in p-coats
Counting c-notes
Hard to get
Your future
Is the hardest bet
SP-1200 collecting dusk
That's bizarre neglect
Rocking shows
It ain't hard to let
It go to your head
Until police
Place you face down
On the hard cement
I'm floatin'
Out of body
Probably
Possibly
Police watching me
Exit the scene of the crime
Of racial profiling
And stopping constantly
And every carbon copy of me
Or at least that how it seems
When it's reported
And pops on my TV
I gotta see
If the charges stick
That's how hard it gets
When I should be in bed
Now all that's in my head is
Stop and frisk
That's why a lot of folks
Click clack
With the 45
And pop a vick
Suppose to protect and serve
But they choose the opposite
It's just weird
Like Webster
And Mr. Popadopolis
Cause even in my hood
A lot of things
Seem to contradict
Cause I pay lots of taxes
But I don't share in all the benefits
And bad things happen
To so called good people
Every day
Ahhh fiddle sticks
The point of this
Is that I was feeling great
Rocked the dopest show
And what do you know
I was gettin' paid
Made some new fans
Sold some merch
Got the bag and ate
Put some people on
Hit the road
I was headed straight
Home
Now I'm making a u-turn
Somebody's gotta learn