Roll a blunt, homey hold it up
I don't give a fuck
Everyone talking about how they dope on the mic
Homey, then show your stuff
I don't think anyone know it us
I do not want to go fist a cuffs
But father said you gotta though your hands sometimes to show you're tough

Tell me dog who want it?
My flow is like super sonic
May Jane got them healing powers, never made me vomit
I remember the first time I herd 2001 Chronic
Gave me super powers now I'm flowing at the speed of comets
Fuck your comments
Fuck your News Feed
Fuck your television
This that type of shit that need parental supervision
This is Samual Be Yourself and 8bliss, you aint shit
I could tell before you opened your mouth
Your flow is make shift

Ahhh Houston, I think we have a problem
Sammy is monster on the mic, no one can stop him

You damn right bitch, with a plan like this
I be coming up all the glory and your stories might shift
Not me, sticking to the script like I was an actor
Give me gold plaques for my raps, need 'em faster
Blast at yer, baseline, jazz master
Holy dolomite, the flow is nice, call the pastor

If you think that we giving a fuck
Then you dumber than you look and you lookin' real rough
Yo it's us! Go ahead and put your hands up!
This the type of stuff that got your crew feelin' tough

I aint done, yo I'm just getting started Darlin
Oh you said my tunes are wack
Dog, I beg your pardon
You better wipe that dumb look off your face
I guarantee that you aint read one book to this day
No lookin' away
I put this fishing hook to your face
Make you smile like the Joker, slow your roll, I hold the Ace
I don't got the time to do the back and forth
Don't hold your breath, my friend
Need that fresh air
Daily dosage of the medicine
You can go and tell a friend
The stature of a veteran
Feelin' like I'm heaven sent
My dude, I'll try to pencil in
Time to kick a rhyme that leave your brain and spine forever bent
I have been the guy
You just a mother fuckin' mannequin