Yeah, one time for your mind
So long, so long
As I bear it, so long
I'm in my own world
One time for your mind
One time for your mind
When I select the flex, I snap next to my checks
Coming to the world at the Groupon project
I raise my fist for my people that's stuck in this bliss
Born to the pain, so I go from emptiness
Here I come knocking down the door
Guard your grill, cause I'm coming hardcore
Give a toast and a sweet to the child who's getting big
Getting mad rhythms, flipping out the wig
But back to the context, I get wrecked
So check the technique without pulling out my tech
Nine, even though the nine's is trite
Existence in the jungle sometimes cuts like a knife
But that's life
And I'm in my own world
And I live it
I give it all I've got, got
Until I'm done blowing up the * spot, spot
So yeah, yeah, can take this rocker to your head
And remember, there'll be no retreat
There'll be no surrender
It's just heart and soul
So let it be known, it's the heart and the soul
So let it be known, it's the heart and the soul
It's the problem child, stout, stout
See my little foot back glass
Can paint a critic's head
So they keep me under watch
Like the rebel from the flats
Searching for the floor
So they can persecute
But I keep my stout tight
Like a monster
I'll hold the loser
Keep the problem child
Stout, getting bugged
Wow, born to the essence
So it's real versatile
On a scale, start September
A true message sender
She feels my aphrodisiac
When honey lets me bend her
And the cool feels the wrath of my stroke
When I'm broke, though
And got to put your fake MCs in a chokehold
But nah, there'll be no controversy
All you see is the bleeder mic
And a child screaming mercy, mercy, please
Can you let me go?
But you gotta pay the price
For fronting my control
So let it be known, it's the heart and the soul
So let it be known, it's the heart and the soul
So let it be known, it's the heart and the soul
So let it be known, it's the heart and the soul
So let it be known, it's the heart and the soul
It's the problem child
Stout, stout
One time for your mind, one time for your mind
One time for your mind, one time for your mind
I like to kick it for the troops
In the boot-a-lexa hoops
In the flourugged honeys with education hoops
I write from the bunu card, the n differently typed
I build by the dock of the bay
Put my pen to the pad, sip on the tangeray
I make fat cuts, I smoke fat puns
I call shock, I pull the rod so I can bounce to the front
I roll through Mecca, one-two checker
I pump the beat to play the tape selector
Don't drive with the floors, cause you know how the law be
Five-a-winner house, Babylon is what you see
But I'm shifty like that, so they say freeze to the front
So I'm out through the back, four-by-four, land over
Running bodies over, crashing in your world
Like a fuckin' supernova
So let it be known, it's the heart and the soul
Getting booked while on the mic control
So let it be known, it's the heart and the soul
It's the problem child style
So let it be known, it's the heart and the soul
It's the problem child style
One time for your mind
One time for your mind.
Check me out one time for your mind.
One time for your mind.
Big shout out to Diamond D.
My whole crew of Money on the Mount Vernon.
Big up to the East Coast.
Gotta feel real.
Big up to the East Coast.