[Verse 1]. Heavyweight, a vet not an amateur (What else?). Looted up, I pushed pies like Marie Calendar (What you gonna do?). Shoot it up if I must, take over shop.
Play me in the winter. Play me in the summer. Play me in the autumn. . Any order. Play me in the winter. Play me in the summer. Play me in the autumn.
Peace peace peace y'all!. (Strange!) Real strange real strange. (An overdose) A nickel bag of funk. (We got beat!!). Now move on move on yeah. ("Hey man are you ready to go?") Yeah.
Smooth to the ooze came Butter. Try to gank my style and I'll hip you to the heater. At the speed of bop grew the hard rock. You can ask my dads Chairman Mao comrades.
The Bloom, the Swoon, the Sugars on your block. The Planets land in flesh in the corners of New York. The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butter flew. The Honeybugs dug and licked the honey dew.
Spaces and places we fly. Kicks are for places and spaces we fly. Space and all the fat places we fly. Butter, baby to the jet in the cut, dig it. . Boogie jive and rap is life where I'm from.