treats. Track Name: Ricochet featuring El da Sensei It's Ghettosocks so don't ask me for a frame of reference. Stay pretentious - when you exited I made an entrance. Take suggestions and don't say it's sexist when I pull a Pharoah Monch and ask your moms to display her breasts. I make it fit like I'm playing Tetris so don't get vexed when I come after your ex like the 'A' in TEXAS. Blaze the set quick. You're nodding 'til you break your necklace, but don't bite my text unless you like to taste asbestos. These cats bounce like a ricochet. So weak their ribs'll break from one taste of Minute-Maid. I think I'm back in the seventh grade, feeling like Billy Madison whipping dodge-balls at a kiddie's face. Stayin' elegant so hatin's irrelevant. Even at home-base these cats are way outta their element. Big mistake letting Socks rock with El da Sen 'cause now we got to send you off to the place where Elvis went. I latch on unleash with the speech off and on beat honorary heat-mash n_gg_z to the concrete. Monstrous but conscious - of my environment. Solid with the product that keep haters in silence. Mileage peaked and tweaked - my skilled conditioning tread like Michelin to get good positioning. Point guard pivoting - rhymes riveting to get it in. Wild and outlandish like barred citizens. Lyrical fit-ins shit on competition - spit on opposition, clear I'm not forgetting nor forgotten. Motherf***er known to be