Flavors

The fruits of my labor I'm tryna to find apples
Pine-Sol cleaning my floor smell like Pineapples
Mix that with the flavor of grape snapple
I will have to detach you just snap you within a chapple

I got the Dos and I'll Zap you
The race I overlap you
I need to find ya location
I do what maps do

Never like your GPS so devious
What do you see when you are blind take a Stevie guess
You running out of breath... breathe cause you need to rest
Take it easy on your heart plus you need ya chest

So you can say it... stop spittin and don't you spray it
It's kinda ill to pay bills but just go and pay it

All my life I always thought that I would stay a slave
My oppressors lucky that I cannot do Kameha waves
We don't believe that we have power so we stay afraid
Then they tell us be like Jordan stupidly we be amazed

Man I'm sick of oppression... feeling the lesson... feeling dyslexic
My spirit is what you mess with
You won't get far trying to pursue all of my dreams
Don't you make me hot cause my skin will start to steam

That's not cool situation...
On that lava level...
If you don't trust the Most High go head try the devil

You won't like the outcome they like how come?
You never seem to be phased
I say its not a phase
You don't need to be amazed about what I speak
Feel better cause I never had to run the streets

But I understand the people that had to
Switch places with them you wouldn't be glad to
Don't speak on nothing that you truly never understood
Try to make it out the storm a little like thunder would

I mean a bunch of clouds talking loud it's noise
Do what you do... live life... love and enjoy