California Remix

[Verse 1] Cranking out new classics illmatic to automatic For da people got fear of da blackest planet Full metal jacket with tech nines they pack it Strange clacking, they yapping, I'm clapping, they nap it Oliver stone born the fourth of july Bullets was cruising top gun kinda high Use my allusion; make myself seem sly Swords like Sean Conn: you the one in jeoparDIE [Verse 2] Sly be stallone and it's Rambo to Rocky If I'm rolling with Hov, then my fellas be Roc-y Loaves by hot prose I Suppose i singe shows: Similes like stoves, ammos or Patmos Close to close: my fatal flows attracting dough Imposing blows upon you lows cuz I'm the one God chose Step up on the stage, I be pouring ambrose Christ the crowd rocking cause 2Pac arose [Verse 3] Wit bars I drop prophecy (see) The future like Sophocles Great Scott they gon marty/martyr me (Nah) Now Isaiah might slaughter me: Spilling these arteries Blood on the tracks cause I'm dylan like the Carter be, OG Like Mel Melleville writing Bartleby The only role they model, not even like some Barkley I school em all at music, you can call me Berklee Icy, fiesty, mute you like a mime speak Stanzas sublime but ya spittin subprime Costanza i can't stand ya, listen up you know Ann Landers give advice you take my candor Otherwise I'm breathing Gandor Watch me Overwhelm your ramparts Put you back in pampers