C.R.E.A.M (Remix)

[Verse] To say the least I'm a beast when it come the beats None can match or exceed this ink scribed on the sheets Been ill since my days as a zygote Looking for a booty, thick like takeo's throat Tryna tickle the pizda if you know what I mean Czech that again, and you'll see what I spit is obscene Kids rapping with the caps to the back, they straight wack My flows so sick, somebody call the hasmat Me and the team grinding to hop onto the scene My rhymes on that rib eye, y'all on that lean cuisine Its time to get a grip cause I won't grinding stop Till I see my whole family whippin the six Talking shit? I'll pop u like the cherry on a dime Kids smart mind stay sharper then a porcupine Flow so pneunomia, somebody shoulda told ya Mess with the white noise and i'll have the homies come and fold ya You minor we major, you something like a lower case Murder old school beats, then I leave the scene without a trace The future's looking sketchy cause my tape's dropping soon 5 years from now catch me chilling up in Lana's room