Flipping beats, you could bang on these killing streets. Keep it deep crime-related so you never sleep. Gun talk makes me crazy, im agrivating like screamin’ babies, bitches hate me. Big Ju, aka say who? Scientific german style, flow terrific, prolific, word play anyday, anyone, Corona way, many run.

Flippin’ grooves, my theory, my raps is therapy. Les the therapist with the remedy, stay focused like a terrorist scoping his target from a terrace. We no time for errors we outlaws {forevers}. Beatnuts up in this penthouse what son? Don’t have stepping ??? rappers straight from the ???. Twisted, off the ???, at the party rhyming, sipping on some Bacardi limon, perfect timing to toaster.

Here’s a drink to all the lady’s that ??? shady niggas don’t react we just think. For real spill out my whole life in ink, i’ll end your world in heartbeat son so don’t blink.

Laying up in the spot, sipping Heineken with shorty ???, we live life watching niggas regulate the block. Now honey be talking about shopping and mole-popping, that’s real, but let me know about your pants dropping. I feel ya gotta get it while the gettin’ is good. If anyone could make you feel like a queen i could. Baby girl got you thinking, contemplate, just relax and keep drinking.

Ya know who I be, the true ???, sipping vanti, on the rocks like hockey never looking sloppy. Can’t knock me on my hussle, nigga fuck you, if you try you gonna fry when I touch you, and brush you like you late you Robert ???. I’m Psycho Les jumping in your whip like a valet, and peel out and park in front of new music cafe, before we step in stash the weapon(who got the guest list?).