Dove-

Yo, I stay cousin to this, introducing Mr. Dave Banner

Scannin proper with my sight muscle

This rap shit, is just my night hustle

My J-O's to stay fearin of my G-O-D

Whether what may, meet me at the front door

See the pressure got a nigga knockin shit off his desk

Cause of the stress I stack words make cats bruise they neck tissue

Stay pertinent to the issues

Cut your tag too close, display these verses tight, virtuals

sort of like we supposed to, pantyhose raps you run

Stay (?) like black folks some (?)

mostly fakin it, to make it



Pos-

I play low-key til it's time for you to know me

Stir my lime with light, drink it down slowly

Holy shit! Now look what I get

A whole string of party people wanna run in my mix

In my world they wanna fit like melanin in a tit

Jam tight, they ain't my fam alright? They ain't my people

Them niggaz screamin fam til they rank measure equal

then vote, without leavin a note, and that was all she wrote

Arranged produced my slang's obtuse

but some distort, tellin stories like Mother-the-Goose

My true fam's (??) back since with Vince Mason

We'll draw on three, leave that body for the tracin

Ultimate high, like them drugs you be lacin

Coulda stood next to me, at the top of the key

but you had to play gutter, didn't want to climb

Now you find yourself talked about in my rhyme



Dove-

While you fools claim corners, we gon' claim theories

Y'all some stickball niggaz, we the World Series

Been here, just pleadin the same case

ever since we spaced about '3 Feet'

Pinchin your ears, inchin for years

but you still stuck at the mezzanine and

we at the penthouse level with the same old rugs

same old tubs, same old tables and same fa