Gettin' it in

It's the
Group nigga
Suit killer
Blunt peeler
Scrolling it open to closing
Medicinal currently smoking
That good good
Rocking that good wood
Leaving the hood shook
Like a nigga should be doing
Shifting gears and keep on cruising
It's that cool jazz
Laid back
Smoking zig zags
With the homies
Colorful Frosted Flakes
Not talking bout Tony
Bumping
My own music
My station play like Sony
Slicing niggaz like Roroni
Kenshin
Did I fail to mention
I'm your girlfriends favorite mention
And Tumblr crush
Smoking head tumbling bud
Running a muck
Spitting a flood
Close to Katrina
Please call FEMA
Off the meter
Verbal speaker
Speaking ether
Through you speaker
Burn fucka
Feel like
Brian Pumper
Stick hoes who stuck up
And fuck up they self esteem
She shake the meat wad
Like it's Aqua Teen
Sweetheart
I'm bout the green
Shipping Cali cabbage
To the masses
Via kiosk
Ground shipment

Oh yeah we getting it in
Yeah we getting it in
Real niggaz no need to pretend
We get it in mothafucka
We getting it in
Break down to the last piece
The stem
Yeah
We getting it in
This the team
We coming for the win once again
Yeah we getting it in

I'm a monster in this game
Scaring these kids
Making moves boy I rarely can sit
I remember at sixteen
These raps
I barely could pen
At seventeen
I came out of nowhere
Like Jeremy Linn
Eyes looking Asian
Nah don't be confused it's
The medical Cannabis
Got me looking like Confucius
What I do all day
Tell em I eat beats
And stay fresh my
Cerebellum to my Achilles
I'm a cool dude
But torch niggaz when need be
Homie you couldn't see me
If your glasses were 3D
Even if you was watching
On a HD Tv
Or Blu-Ray
On a sunny California Tuesday
Me and my team
My team and I
We ain't even fucking human
Boy we pens in disguise
Yeah
We the truth
And y'all can't see why
These niggaz
Got no Third Eye
They keep seeing lies

Oh yeah we getting it in
Yeah we getting it in
Real niggaz no need to pretend
We get it in mothafucka
We getting it in
Break down to the last piece
The stem
Yeah
We getting it in
This the team
We coming for the win once again
Yeah we getting it in

Uh
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm just a nemesis and terrorist
To weakling MC's
Inhale exotic chemicals
My flows quarantined
Feeling like a old nigga
Strait molesting the beat
The summer time the time
For finest wine and foreign cuisine
Or justify a just messiah
With these thoughts from the weed
They tend to blab about the guns and hoes
And swag so spiffy
That's not rap
But just belligerence from arrogant fiends
I went to school and aced a language
That's the hardest to speak
Watch me peak
I'm pugnacious to these dumbfounded dweebs
My molecular is ahead of ya
Can't catch the bunny
You fucking mummies staying wrapped under these Record Companies
Putting they soul on a lease
Don't know they necks on a leash
You don't think
You want material nice cars with the bling
I'll leave a legacy
Tali's the shortest nicest MC
You danm right
You niggaz boo boo
Like you talking feces
Make your heart burn like Alka-Seltzer
Now you foaming the rabies
But just maybe
I find my way of life most fit for a king
Until then
I'm dodging cameras till it's time for my scene
Tali



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Mccroom
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