all the spare change that we found in the couch. Word - I'd play the wall and straight spy on chicks (that weird rap dude on some 'science shit') 'just drink 'em pretty' was the line I'd get from the older cats - back then I was sick. I don't just shine, I eminate bright beams over girls you pretend to date. I need an ice-cold chick, not just any babe, but if life throws you lemons make lemonade. 'Ghettosocks is the illest' tagged in the girls' bathroom by your main-squeeze after I killed it. I work magic in my purple glasses, rockin' 'em lens-free since I first hit classes. If I drop a hot verse, your sister's purse is ashes when I flip that 16 for the Turbo Graphics. Got the G5 MacBook Pro with new speakers, upped the limit on the Mastercard and new Visa, got the keys to your baby mama's two-seater, plus a fine-arts degree up the sleeve, but who needs it? When your game's this tight they pay for the flights, edimame, the nigiri, every grain of the rice. What you're paying for that gear ain't the same as the price as what I get it for laying waste to the mic. As day turns to night I'm getting tight with your ex. My name's in the lights 'cause I'm nice with the text, eventhough they spelled it wrong (like with an 'X',) I'm laughing 'cause they spelled that shit right on the cheque, ha.