Yoko Ono

[Verse 1: Che Grand] Listen My mind work a little different I can see the vivid in the most vague description Try not to be a hypocrite Everything can kill you, don't smoke cigarettes Been quit the dollar menu Folk crazy hate you in the same vein they shootin' heroin in That's why either way, I don't listen The point you've been missin'? I'm hot You strugglin' like tryin' to warm a mansion With a stove in the kitchen It might happen with a little bit of patience A case of pneumonia, whole lot of prayin' European euphoria, I need a Desparate Wife Like a Eva Longoria, I can see the whore in ya Huh, and your gimmicks is fresh hardly Pardon me, my interest is to get that money Fuck being in the Concrete Loop and makin' buddies That's a buddy with a female anatomy and she's smutty The answer is Grizzy, the question is what's really better Than your average backpacker doin' a lot of chatter? Who want a lot of cheddar, it's not for flossin' My whole fam got a gift that need endorsin' So I'm takin' a portion and givin' it back Other than that I'm fixin' to throw some D's on the 'Lac Desalena Pass, we can talk when I get back Cook a little more audio crack "Grand" tatted on the small of her back, and Danny she like that (She like that?) She like that Danny, she like that (She like that?) She like that Danny, she... [Verse 2: Danny!] Blessed with a style but You clones messin' my style up Big mess in my house, wrestlin' with Jessica Alba I dubbed this whole album on tape decks for nostalgia Let me break it down for ya I defy the standards, I supply the anthems Hold rap for ransom, y'all ain't gettin' it back I seen all these wack niggas get championed Yo where's the love for Danny and Grand? Far be it from me, I'm tryin' to set an example You wack niggas startin' to run out of Curtis Mayfield records to sample So I +Hit 'Em Wit Da Hee+, took it overseas Now my crates bigger than Quarter Pounders With Cheese Resort to poundin' my keys if it needs enhancement Y'all niggas STILL sample Gladys Knight? Goddamn, son Not again, get your hands out the dollar bin Don't fake moves, take cues from Colin Quinn Cause I swear, some of y'all are better off as comedians I gave you the blueprint, but you can't be him I gave you a few hints, but you can't see him D.I.Y. 2.0, go cop my new joint yo 2003, made y'all aware of my prophesy Beats, rhymes, equal on both sides, isoceles Arrogant, I gotta be The derelicts might bother me Claim non-violence then chop you in your larynx (it's hypocrisy!) So 'til the kid's Def Jux debut (Whenever that is!) Wish him the best of luck, stay tuned They tried to play me but they can't fade me I call this track "Yoko Ono" cause this bitch is crazy Can I kick it? (Yes, you can) Can I kick it? (Yes, you can) Can I kick it? (Yes, you can) Yo can I kick it? (Go on then)