I was left with a box that I had been keeping
attested to
but it doesn't show
I'm Kenny Lynn, you're like Gremlin.
I don't trust rappers like Zimmerman.
The public running your lady's squeak back.
Where you have back was like Eastside comedy horse shack.
The Plymouth with rope runners spin
well training day you ride with me.
I'm Denzel tour Chicago with RL and RL fix your girl up Monday,
Tuesday,
Wednesday,
Thursday,
Friday,
Saturday,
like Charelle.
I'm Mario and Drell former husband of Luke trail way before Jas Bell.
The rose in the shampy sparkling bubbles
when you spit a chuckle like Popeye.
It's the home of the microphone master who genie.
I was laughing to the box like the great good deal.
A lot of rappers see me.
Just
a
small.
Still ill set up my plans and chill
definition of real my boss and your grill.
See me all over getting hit and showed the no look
over crowd controller picture what I told you.
Mark with good aim chopper city rain got
with the city clearance so don't get changed.
I'm international baby well a my don't blame.
Turn your spot out or hooked up cooked up made
change on Rockefeller Center into the gate.
Freeze your summer lose your aim.
Instrumental depression.
Get them voices a lesson at the funeral session.
Monster impression head detachment.
No rookie.
You on the other hand blue with the cookie.
Ain't none of y'all shook me.
Drop me a line.
My nigga Keith hooked me.
See where the mic took me.
Got promoters out here begging to boost me.
They know I will disappear.
It's the home of the microphone master who genie.
Oh yeah it's the home of the microphone master who genie.
Oh genie.
Genie.
Genie.
Oh genie.