Dumb It Down

Ali, mix it ha ha ha, Lady G, Whaddup?
Ha ha ha, Bad Love, Whaddup? Ha ha ha, ha

I spaz out 'til I pass out
There’s clarity in my vulgarity
For a sass-mouth your parody’s not funny
Apparently you ain't nothing but
Industry crash dummies
As long as the lord love me, I’m good
I could: be the best rapper
But I’d rather be the
Answer that capture the violence that
Coincides in my hood
I should: stick a fork in this music business
But I’m too deep in it like pussy on my penis
Devil’s kitchen in Phoenix that’s
The heat that
I’m bringing where the shade at?
I’m LA radio and good music, boy
I don’t play that ugh, Walking a thin line
From thinking like Einstein
And rhyming like Rakim in ’89
Don’t wanna pack a nine just
A mind full of wisdom
Like a man 99 years old locked in prison
Don’t freeload on my vision
Get exposed like an R&B ho
With a sex tape hidden
I’m always for the business
Forever you can feel it
Whether you Crip blue or
A nigga that hemorrhage
My penmanship is like me and
Langston combined to the hip
And my hip to the hop don’t stop as I rock
I got a buzz like a shot of Palmer Sun
And the women fall in love as
They fall in my crotch
Now understand that I’m all that you’ve got
Give me chance, give me ears, give me hearts
Give me props
Hear the difference? I’m cool like that
Oh, you spit? Well the retarded drool is back
See, I’m the author of the authors
The father of the Austin Power fajja
Who can bust like a charter, why bother?
I know a jealous serpent is
A burden to my life
But still I carry on like luggage on a flight
The realness in my bones is the DNA to life
I can give you insight only
If you’re in sight
I’m looking past y’all like
A fastball - strike!
And I ain't even tryna give
It my all - yikes!
I’m comfortable enough to go and
Chill out with a Huxtable
You couldn’t see my pedestal
Because you’re afraid of heights
Cloud 9, where you can find
Me in my dime like Roosevelt in his prime
Wait 'til I’m in my prime
The moon and the stars will align on
My Louis V belt like Orion
To whom say he cool: but the
Irony is I could hold
The bottom of an iron with
The bottom of my palm
I say so much, so little all action
No talk like a mime throwing up gang signs
It’s not all about punchlines
I don’t do that
I’m a Jaguar you’re just a new cat
Now move back
Kendrick Lamar on the radar for success
Aiming for the top like an
AR aimed at your neck i can never digress
‘less I get demoted to death
Even then I’ll be the best still
Like a petty theft
I will: conquer my biggest dreams
Once you open the cage
I bet that I’ll spread my wings
Nipsy got street cred
Jay Rock got street cred
And all I got is bad credit
Big ears and big head
But still they’ll feel me
Cause we all ate cereal
Humped our momma's friend's daughter while
They bump the stereo
Backflips on shopping carts
Free lunch at the park
Watched Power Rangers after school here we go
I’m so Comptonized, I will never compromise
For no faulty ass A&R or CEO
We ain't what you think and
You think we’re back
But we’ve been here for decades
And I vouch for that
Open your mouth for that
Speak well like a great debater over iChat
Get your other eye cracked
I don’t rap, IIraq and declare war
I enjoy watching enemies' blood pour
I came up lower middle class, not poor
So don’t feel sorry for me
I don’t need y’all to love me
I need y’all to feel me
And if you feeling froggy to leap
Then feel free
My feeling’s all aside, my pride is deprived
By the ultimate prize I'mma get
When I see your suicide