City Of Champs

From an itty-bitty pretty city to nitty-gritty
And chilly willy with Diddy pity like Philly Gillie it's
Milli Vanilli silly to build your guild
But of course a force field ain't the shield I wield, nigga, yield

And the dedeuce is abuse, my noose heavy
Like a Chevy with a bevy, of Revy, sublime levy
I'm a yeti, confetti in the danger zone
A stranger tone, if you're manger prone

Get a ranger clone on the phone quick, McLovin
When buzzin' from a dozen, he's the cousin for shovin
To separate the fake, elevate your cake mufflin
An anchor in a tanker I'm Blanka, still shuffling

While they pout about clout, without a doubt, devout
Struttin' after cuttin' on the paper route
My capers stout, remember AADAC when
I'd attend to vend, November way back then

As a gentleman, enrolled in golden
Nowadays I shower, praise at multicolored money folder
Bulky duller bunny holdin', reloadin' her trail braille
When it comes to snails, driven softer than nails

I'm livin' off the avails, receipt for deceit
Probation, rotation, defeat or retreat
Elite as a fleet, but various teams
Of drawlers ain't all ballers with nefarious beams

And hilarious creams from a groovy movie
Eulogies, cool a G's, newly unruly
Juvie its duly, noted at last
Voted for those you quoted who totted in the past

Yo, it's vast when I blast as fast as a volcano
With thorns for horns on a halo, J-Lo
Similar to linear illusion, fusion
Observatory, purgatory, luging

Including, excluding societies
Cable varieties, anxieties
Propriety of fables sobrieties
Decidedly the bong alongside of me

Undeniably, slang where I hang an orangutan
Rivalry is awful, forceful, resourceful
Slugs for thugs regurgitate the torsos
In morsels and infuriate poor souls
Like plugs for bugs on drugs the Lord knows

It's ugly as rugby when we get in the scrum
I'm looking like the shadow in the moonlit slum
And cooking as I travel how a goon, hit some
The hammer ain't a jammer, ya platoon it's scum

It's ugly as rugby when we get in the scrum
I'm looking like the shadow in the moonlit slum
And cooking as I travel how a goon, hit some
The hammer ain't a jammer, a platoon it's scum

It's ugly as rugby when we get in the scrum
I'm looking like the shadow in the moonlit slum
And cooking as I travel a goon, hit some
The hammer ain't a jammer, ya platoon it's scum

It's ugly as rugby when we get in' the scrum
I'm looking like the shadow in the moonlit slum
And cooking as I travel