Coffee

Have a cup of coffee, sit back and open up your mind

Now this type of rhyme was designed to keep writers above the line

Cause I'll guide us above the swine, and keep the gate up for traitors

While beats cater to cut-creators and fader operators

From Decatur to Kendall, the terminator to pencils and pens

More to the P than the Rentals were friends

But that be dated like them leaders of cheers be under beers

I've contracted calendars to number your years

I put pressure on motherfuckers like 300 lb. Peers

Like a captain on blank pages, I'm steering clear

Whether weather's ever severe, I'll bring ya to mass with the classics

Stopping the wack shit just like naked bitches in traffic

I'm graphic by design, Illustrated like sports without the swimwear

Between her wet thighs is where your bitch be feeling my chin hair

You know I had to go there cause I've been there

I'll Spice your Girl up, that's what I really really want

Now, we can talk coffee like Linda Richman

I'll fold your style, and I'll switch then

take your picture just like I'm Pitman

Throw in Danny Glover to Crispin, it's all related

Sank-a titanic crew now their records be inundated

It's all correlated, everything that I've stated

I speed up Metabolisms while you be decaffeinated

Known for leaving ya satiated, I'm delegated

Representatives in my House ain't thirsty cause I'm Irrigated

Niggas get irritated, Hate it when I'm elated

They're pained cause I pull em down more than windows get shaded

Cause they've evaded the sun and concentrated on the gun

But if I crack em open-if they're see through, I'll breeze through

Adversaries that's even tinted. I've got a penance for pennants

So if you dirty seconds, I'ma clean a minute

Even though, I'd cream the senate, I still don't PUFF laws

Or blow out judiciary committees within the city

And I'm pretty confident, that with these pronouns and consonants

I'll rapture the heavens and all the seven global continents

And I'm in this, Breaking up the plates just like some Greeks in Pangea

Even if they're dubs for the clubs

And I'm off a level that I even out on my own

But, I've been known to take it over the top, like Stallone

So, when the road be getting Rocky and I'm hanging from cliffs

I'm locking out the daylight, and then I hit 'em with this

I keep it on and on and, you, it don't stop

You'd better protect your 7-UP because I'm blowing up the spot

So, I keep it bubbling, so da niggas'll know the half between the boring and me

It's cause I got the pep, see?

If these kids is rhyming 'bout Coke, then I'ma keep my Tab on 'em

They can't Dye-it Right, that's why all of the skags want 'em

I'm icing more niggas at their peaks than a mountain do

Maintenance at the Fontainebleau's all they're amounting to

Rip ya to bits for the sake of counting you, leave ya wound in two

Bounding your throat and make guesstimations about the sound of you

Doggin', but never hounding you, that's just too easy

That threatening style of rhyme never appeased me

So I prefer to squeeze the

Last drop out of metaphors and similes Like they was a squeegee

I've got more game than E3, I never saw E.T

But you I still phone home- Don't fuck around within the Tonedeff zone

Because you bound to get your whole set thrown, Hoes get stoned

I'll repossess your shit and then your clothes get loaned

Cause no army can salvage you when you push me

I'd lay you out Quick, but that's a bigger turn off than bushy pussy

So, I spread the fly vibe like eagles with butterknives

Now you can dissect that line, and three definitions you'll find

With some repetitions and time, you're bound to catch on

But those who don't are getting beat by the beast like Gaston

And lyrically that's the beauty of it... I pull back heads like Pez

Cause I was hand-picked by Juan Valdez

Not the number, but the name you call, and I'll be coming when

You need another cup of joe from the Cuban/Colombian