Don't Ya Just Love It

(album: 80 Blocks From Tiffany's, Pt. II - 2013)

[Geechi Suede:]
Centipede, set it in seven speed
Crooks ceremony crawling out the cranberry breeze
Thai and Hawaiian, tattoo your fantasy island
Pneumonic neolites, life prowling

[Sonny Cheeba:]
Pulled out the punisher
This ain't the run of the nil
Shoot the valkyrie
Rocking out the trunk of the Seville
Hit the predator
[?] and Megatron blast on the 80 blocks
Some planet where saints are the savage

[Geechi Suede:]
Glamour coalition, new inspection
We trespassing in your section
Offshore accounts in Barcelona
Watch Apollonia, riding Ramona
Rubic's Cube sitting, twinkle on the index
Aiming it asymmetrical at your apex

Everglade wave, made out of rose gold
Old gold, let my Oldsmobile, I'm Fonzlo
Bank robbing, briefcases of bric-brac
It's calamity when cartridges come out the clap
Subtract those that don't render subservient
Serving 'em a half time and this won't be the last time

[Sonny Cheeba:]
Mayday, mayday
Come in, come in
Committing airwave robberies as I commence the spins
Gator bait out the cylinder, 8 watches, Cicely Tyson
A hero is a nothing but a sandwich
Cheeba be the sun and [?]
Feeding them the sound of
80 Blocks from Tiffany's

[Ab-Soul:]
At Saks looking for the Giuseppes with the gladiator strap
This the flow of the century
My bitch bad, but it's all good
We looking to see intimacy in Italy
Soulo, the senile will remember me
This the Nile River on the beach, shall I motherfucking proceed
Oliver Peoples on top of my pupils
My nigga, this is what a pro sees
You never did a walkthrough for 4 Gs
You shaving points like the game had a goatee
I silence the lamb, and now the goat's me
Scary, like writing rhymes in the cemetery
Next to someone you knew that was buried
Berry Gordy, no Motown
Probably up in your town or clumsy in the Garden of Eden
Knocking hoes down
Soul!