I bees the one who bring or brung/
No fiction surrealism in my diction/
Word flows ta the pros and cons/
Word life points ta five remove ya heart with five knives/
Held by five surgeons generally I’m purgin’ on binges/
My ‘Didas kick doors off fucking hinges/
Coliseums packed for some shit that’s wack/
While I be keeping raps running my shit defact-/
Oh Zee’s chillin’ Rama’s chillin’ Black’s chillin'/
Like ice cream floats n’ scopes collide/
We divide like seas conquer emcees/
Take thrones and reign nourishment for seeds/
[Getting mad tall like trees and beets get done]
You’ve got to listen to keep from missing/
The meaning to the shit I write at night/
It’s the kush and the bush that I push like/
Drugs by some hard rock thugs psyche/
I use a mic transduce and get loose/
Chicks dig the voice others can’t hear/
Put q tips ta ears and man it gets clear/
Like some Zima or zomething take a zip and Zee
Oh shit represent brew like Billy D./
T’s be shakin’ up my steelo mad libido/
When I get some labium/
Dee heads to vulvae down my shaft don’t sway/
Zee pat that ass no wreck a whole fuckin new hole In ya/
Call it ya virginia/
When I get to trippin’ and mad brew sip in the mix/
Camcorders and chicks lickin’ dicks/
Fuck around and do some shit ya wouldn’t figure/
Like “ John Holmes the X-rated nigga.”/
On "Cheetah in the City," L.A. rapper Blu teams with Parisian duo Union Analogtronics. The result is a jaunty rap collab, full of synthesized funk-focused beats. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 7, 2016