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Easily

So easily

So easily

Easily

I think that it's only right I'll let y'all know from the gate

I flow with the great rappers of 100 million years ago, yeah

Non-identical and non-contendable and still

I tell everybody: just do as you will

Cause the skills to pay the bills'll be the only thing that still wheel

Yeah, I know some people are akward, different, dope, what?

Special in they own way, artistically advanced

Resulting in a lifestyle enhanced by chance

Now that these records are made

Tell me what it's like for you when you hear the record played?

Hm - dynamic, like one gigantic planet

Slightly slanted eyes

To see through your disguise

What a wonderful makeover, excellent takeover

Yo, bring the cake over

I wanna eat it too

And bring the pies over, I wanna bring em too

Yo, bring it all, I want a... look

I'm alive as I can be

Hip-hoppin body-rockin MC degree

And I'm the son of G-o-d

I shine, it just ain't yo time to see

I'm the crowd-hyper, rapid fire-sniper

Viper, so many rappers in diapers

Candy-stripers, we paid the piper

That's why we're listenin

Windshield wipers and air conditioning

And bucket seats while we bumpin beats

I never wanna meet the agony of defeat

I got a simple plan for a complicated issue

I'm a simple man with a complicated issue

And my potential, your potential, our potential

We can sho' nuff make a change and that's essential

Cause the bad boy murderer is on the path

And the bad girl Dragon Lady, she knows witch craft

She makes me laugh, at the same time she breaks my heart

She grabs a hold and she takes it apart

But I can see in the dark, I pee in the park

Bein a part of the art blazin from the spark

Cause I'm alive as I can be

Hip-hoppin body-rockin MC degree

And I'm the son of G-o-d

I shine, but maybe just too bright time to see

I'm a pure bred with the paper and the pencil lead

I hit the nail on the head - off the head

Got a cold way of flowin, a old way of knowin

I'm a Boeing 747 in the wind blowin

I hang at the Chop Shop, gettin smarter

Got the futuristic Bop Hop, I'm ice water

I'm the grandson of Coltrane, the nephew of Miles

Charlie Parker told me: we left you the styles

My style is gorgeous, I flaunt it to pay the mortgage

I forge this past your Average Joes and Georges

Huh, they cut the mic on, I'm like a cyclone

Got to get my hike on and my half-pike on

Look, I'm out your rank, I'm out your class

Freestyle up the coastline a whole tank of gas

I hit the dank and pass, I spank that ass

You flow but I know for a fact you can't last

Your rhymes is weak, metaphores is dumb

Punchlines like you shootin rubber bullets at the sun

Some rappers carry straps and ten-gallon hats

But I carry a guillotine and carry em back

I carry out the plan with a detailed map

I carry a conversation and I carry these raps

I don't bury the hatch, I'm very detached

I marry this batch, yo, she knows where to scratch

I take long walks all the way to the bong shop

Rappin to myself havin long talks, let the song drop

I got the King Kong Hop, the Godzilla Rock

Keep it inside of a strong box cause the killer watts

Cause I'm alive as I can be

Hip-hoppin body-rockin MC degree

And I'm the son of G-o-d

I shine, it just ain't yo time to see

Easily

We rock the mic so easily

I rock the mic so easily

Rip up the house so easily

Tear down the house so easily

We do this so easily

We make it sound like easily