Listen up everybody the bottom line
I'm a black intellect, but unrefined
With precision like a bullet, target bound
Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds
Now when i say the harlett, you know i mean the hot
Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot
Jalick, jalick ya wind up ya hip
Draftin of the poets, i'm the #7 pick
Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside
Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside
MrLCBryant

Somebody please tell tribe to put their last album out. #seriously.