Pine Hall

I conduct one, two, three, four
Then I inhale the marijuana smoke
Prepare thine self to take a toke
Of the realness
I really truly hope you feel this
Illness positively speaking
From the reefer-reeking maestro
Take control with my flow
You know how it goes
Broadcasting live from Faculty Row

Other niggas ain't hitting on nothing
Like some grace notes
Fazos stepping G, that's just the first inversion of my major triad, see
I come equipped with sick quips
And dope sample flips
And a couple slow jams
For the fans, chicks, and dips
I'll fuckin' sink your ship
On the microphone
Since midwest zone, Paisley Middle
I developed a knack for kicking riddles
Using complicated rhythms
Over piano and guitar diddles

Whoever Yung or Lil prefix
Get your teeth fixed
When I commence to circumvent
The wackness that's presented
Nigga if I said it then I meant it
Don't mention that weak shit
Like the pension at your job
The mixed-race, curly-haired heartthrob
It's mace the greatest
Coming with the latest
Attendance required for all ages and wages
It's time for me and John T to stop the damn hiatus