Adoration Of The Magi (feat. Crystal Torres)

You're so smart

You're like, a contemporary museum of art

That farts, that's harsh

Narcissism, on narcotics

On sharp objects in large pockets

At dark, you ain't gotta hide it

Keep it, metal gear solid

Lead the leaders, that's how you file it

Then clobber it

Low on energy, find peach cobbler then gobble it

Yeah, it's food in them drums and boxes

If you beat 'em up then they'll drop it

And they'll rapidly flicker till they disappear

Blinking gradually quickens till they isn't here

And that's da da da da da da da...

Just to be back in

Reincarnated, exact twin

Exact ten, exact twelve

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba...

Exact self

Do I really gotta say it?

Didn't we all play it?

Dojo, Abobo

Overshore the throat, polo

Billy, Jimmy

Even on the low low

Why you ready to die? You just a baby

Why them tears up under your eyes? You just a baby

Keep your head up in the sky, you just a baby

Quit chasing money, never mind, you just a baby

(These Maji adore you)

Why you wanna be born again? You just a baby

Why you playing in the streets? You just a baby

Now let's vogue, Martin pose

Downward facing dog, warrior pose

Tree pose, bridge pose

Triangle pose, seated twist (pose, pose)

Upward facing dog (pose, pose)

Pigeon pose

In this bitch, that's vulgar, that's yoga

Let's try it again with clothes

And closer, enclosure, exposures

Quiet is kept like Rosicrucian meet koza nostras on Oprah's sofa

With both controllers

Watchin' Gazans and ashkenazis ride roller coasters

Say yeah

Yeah, lots of options, now up is down, two player

Now A is jump and B is punch

You seein' somethin' that weren't there

To find friendliness in a nemesis, it's a old test

3 buttons, see somethin'

That's emphasis on genesis

Can't be eyes closed when you side scroll

You not the first person

The first person from your first cursin'

To your first cursive

And your curse words is in the curve version

It occurs virgin is the word version

That refers perfect to the first person

In the third verse, who's really me

In the third person but prefers the first one, that's me

Again

Master cleanse and a syringe

From a gerber until your first burger

Pamper to her depends

Everything between is just drawers

Even in between is no loss

Even where the king is no boss

Meet it with a swing it's so south

Unless you Bamm Bamm

Knocking them pitches into the grand stands

In the club, watching the women just do them hand stands

Like you a man's man

That's washing down a ham with the Zam Zam

Who got a baby in here with these strippers?

She's two weeks pregnant

Didn't even know, he's dancing with her, damn